Running out the front door to meet my favorite uncle when I was around 4 or 5…having been taught to always close the door behind me, I did so. I also caught the ring finger of my right hand in it. Didnt feel it as I pulled my hand away and the finger stayed in the door. When my uncle saw my bloody hand, he drove me straight to the hospital emergency room. The dr said if the had the finger, they could reattach it. So my uncle drove back to my house and everyone searched for my finger. They found it in the flower bed beside the porch, washed it off and put it in a jar of water. My uncle drove it back to the hospital and it was reattached. It is slightly deformed, but I can still play the piano and have a 60 wpm typing speed. Thank you Uncle Issac!