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We had just moved into our new house and we were still in the process of unpacking things and setting up. This was also the same day that I was leaving for Florida to visit my dad and stepmom, Andrea. This particular incident occurred only a few hours before my plane was about to leave.
Stan, my stepdad, was getting ready to install a ceiling fan for our living room. In order to do this task he had to go up in the attic, which is accessed through the garage. Stan was in the attic and I decided to go up and watch him. I climbed the ladder and called out to him to find out where he was so that I could get closer. He shined his flashlight toward me and I started to follow the light. All of a sudden the sheet rock underneath me dropped away and the next thing I knew I was lying splat on the garage floor. During my fall, I hit the Jeep and rebounded off of it, and then rolled onto the hard, cold concrete floor...