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Shoot... this here gadget is fantastic. I grab my Makita drill, an extra battery and hop on the 4x4 to mosey 85 acres out to pasture and fix a gate out near the old pump house. I lose control trying to dodge a field critter, flip over the 4x4 and break both of my legs. I was able to reach for my phone and it was dead. I, however, had this charger and a drill battery with me and was able to get my phone plugged in and turned on to call my wife or call 911. As soon as I started trying to dial, I blacked out from the intense pain. The last thing I did was try and dial my wife hoping that she would know something was wrong and send one of the boys down in the old Dodge to clean me up and run me down to Dr. Hinkley near the county line.. When I woke up in the hospital, they said that a neighbor... a darned good Samaritan, in the other pasture saw me get hurt and rode over to help me out right after I blacked out and dialed my wife. I still believe, to this day, that man was an Angel (like in that show "touched by an angel" with Roma Downey and Della Reese). Sadly, my wife never got that call becasue there's no cell-phone coverage on that side of the property. Not since the railroad put in that new high voltage tower on the other side of the McIntosh's Alpaca Farm. Thank goodness for this stranger with a satellite phone who was able to call 911. By the time the ambulance showed up (20 minutes) they unplugged my phone and put it in my pocket so I would have it at the hospital when I woke up. They told me that when they found me my phone was at a 50% charge. Not too shabby for 20 minutes of charging a totally dead battery. I guess the Battery charger really didn't help save my life. It couldn't have. There was no reception anyway. But I was still happy to have a cell phone with an OK charge when I woke up in the hospital. I was able to ignore some of my pain and the disorienting effects of the heavy pain killers they were pumping into my body intravenously, because I could listen to my favorite Merle Haggard album on the MP3s inside of the phone. I finally knew that I was going to revocer and I was going to survive my accident when I was able to just listen to that darned Merle album. That song where he sings about how the "best part of dyin' is livin' real good" was just what I needed in that moment. It helped me make the decision to live. I don't even know if any of that is true, but I believe it and it's my truth. Decent little charger attachment. Would recommend.