We decided to play it safe by building a makeshift shelter. We strung a tarp over a partially fallen tree and staked it down. But just as we hunkered inside, 75-mph winds suddenly ripped through the woods, pulling the stakes out of the earth. I was already freaked out when I heard a loud cracking noise. I looked up to see a tree crashing down right toward me. I tried to stop it, but the tree landed right on my leg, pinning me to the ground. Seconds later, before the pain could even register, a second tree fell on me. It hit me in the ribs but somehow knocked the first tree off of me. That’s when I felt the pain. I had a punctured lung, and my leg and six ribs were broken. All I could think about was my 18-month-old son.