This is one of the wilder…and more harrowing stories I’ve heard in a long time. Apparently, Ashley Judd (while doing charity work there) had a run-in with a tree in the Congolese jungle at night, in the dark.
She broke her leg in 4 places.
She was by herself, and it took hours for her to be found. However being found was just the beginning of the story as from start t0 finish, it took 55 hours for her to get medical care.
It is not an exaggeration in any way when I tell you she could have lost her leg. In fact, by her own admission she said that if she had not been “Ashley Judd,” with her means and celebrity, there’s no way she would have been able to keep the leg.
To say she was lucky and feels grateful is an understatement. Below, she tells her story in a post she made to her Instagram account with this caption:
Friends. Without my Congolese brothers and sisters, my internal bleeding would have likely killed me, and I would have lost my leg. I wake up weeping in gratitude, deeply moved by each person who contributed something life giving and spirit salving during my grueling 55 hour odyssey. Here are some of their stories. Dieumerci stretched out his leg and put it under my grossly misshapen left leg to try to keep it still. It was broken in four places and had nerve damage. Dieumerci (“Thanks be to God”) remained seated, without fidgeting or flinching, for 5 hours on the rain forest floor. He was with me in my primal pain. He was my witness. Papa Jean: it took 5 hours, but eventually he found me, wretched and wild on the ground, and calmly assessed my broken leg. He told me what he had to do. I bit a stick. I held onto Maud. And Papa Jean, with certainty began to manipulate and adjust my broken bones back into something like a position I could be transported in, while I screamed and writhed. How he did that so methodically while I was like an animal is beyond me. He saved me. & he had to do this twice! The six men who carefully moved me into the hammock with as little jostling as possible, who then walked for 3 hours over rough terrain carrying me out. Heros. Didier and Maradona: Didier drove the motorbike. I sat facing backwards, his back my backrest. When I would begin to slump, to pass out, he would call to me to re-set my position to lean on him. Maradona rode on the very back of the motorbike, i faced him. He held my broken leg under the heel and I held the shattered top part together with my two hands. Together we did this for 6 hours on an irregular, rutted and pocked dirt road that has gullies for rain run off during the rainy season. Maradona was the only person to come forward to volunteer for this task. We have a nice friendship, discussing the pros and cons of polygamy and monogamy. I show two pictures, one in his hat and one in mine, which he dearly covets!
The women! My sisters who held me. They blessed me.