Disaster Strikes

So there I am the first transporter at the dock with any work, as usual I travel around it to see where everything will be going as all the items generally do not go to the same place. The equipment that I'm operating allows me to take 2 pallets at one time so to make better use of travel time it always makes more sense to take 2 pallets going to the same place, so that's what I was scanning for. Now that I've just found what I needed I'm preparing my truck into a position as to back into these pallets to pick them up and go...or so I thought. As I tried plugging (a method of turning the throttle in the opposite direction) to slow my truck to then put it into reverse I quickly realized something was wrong so I tried to put my trucks arm bar (emergency break) to stop it , which didn't work either...my breaks were failing and my truck wasn't going to stop until it did so on it's own. (These transporters are stand-up driven motorized pallet jacks which carry 2 pallets, they weigh upwards of 2 tons, the top speed is maybe 5-8 mph but with that much weight behind them that's fast.) All of a sudden the only thought that came into my head was "fight or flight", I wasn't about to take this  un-operated ride on this piece of heavy equipment until it came to rest wherever it felt like it, and maybe hurting me in the process, so I bailed...mind you this isn't the first time I or any of my fellow transporters have had to do this...but today it would be the worst decision of my life.
So I bail from the truck as I have done times before (then of course I have to call for maintenance to come get it, and they ALWAYS brought them back saying NOTHING was wrong...CRAP!), well this time as I jump down off the platform for whatever reason and to this day I still have no idea how it happened the truck sprung back toward me and rolled my left foot clean under.
 OUCH, wasn't the thought even racing threw my mind, no one had even seen it, it was only 7:15 am and everyone else was still lulling about, hell I should have still been lulling about, maybe because I had just came off vacation and it was a short week I felt like just busting a move, who knows. At this point all I knew was I needed this truck OFF my foot and now, before someone saw it. The sheer panic it would've caused someone potentially seeing it may have caused them to drive it the wrong way and take my foot off, so I knew I would have to calmly think and process in my mind which way to turn the throttle to get it off my foot without taking my own foot off (which could be a really possibility at this point as the cast wheel was resting right on the bottom of my sneaker). Just I removed the truck and began to really feel the pain the first person started walking threw and realized what he had just seen...I think he may have been in as much shock as I was. He immediately went for ERT help and it seemed that at that same moment some of my co-workers had started descending on that dock for work and realized I was in real trouble....thank God!
Now my real fight would begin and I didn't know one was coming.