Jeremy Renner’s shocking admission after snowplow incident exposed.
Jeremy Renner has just dropped the most intense celebrity memoir of the year, and it reads like a Hollywood script—only this one’s brutally real.
Renner’s career highlighted.
But to truly understand the weight of what Renner’s been through, you have to go back.
Before the accident, Renner was best known as Hawkeye, the stoic Avenger with a bow and a dry sense of humor.
He’d been nominated for two Oscars, for The Hurt Locker and The Town, earning a rep as both action star and serious actor.
Off-camera, he was a single dad, a home renovator, and a bit of a mystery in Hollywood circles.
He’d spoken openly about fame, fatigue, and finding fulfillment outside the industry grind.
But no one expected him to nearly die—much less come back with this kind of story.
Renner’s shocking snowplow incident explained.
In My Next Breath, Renner details the day he was crushed by a snowplow—and what he saw when his heart stopped beating.
“I died,” Renner writes, bluntly, in a memoir that’s already sparking headlines, debates, and chills.
The accident happened on New Year’s Day, 2023, outside his home near the Sierra Nevada Mountains, and it nearly killed him.
The Marvel actor had been trying to save his nephew Alexander from getting hit by the out-of-control vehicle.
Instead, Renner got dragged under—by what he describes as “six f*g wheels, 76 steel blades, 14,000 pounds of machine.”
What followed was a catalog of injuries so extreme, even seasoned ER doctors reportedly struggled to stabilize him.
He broke 38 bones. His lung collapsed. His liver was punctured. And yet, somehow, he lived.
But not before, he says, he died. Literally. “That’s when I died,” Renner writes. “Right there on the driveway to my house.”
At one point, his heart rate plummeted to just 18 beats per minute—a biological flatline. “Basically dead,” he adds.
When the snowplow accident hit the news, it was framed as a freak accident. A heroic save gone wrong.
What wasn’t known at the time was how close Renner actually came to leaving this world.
Renner’s recovery clarified.
Renner was airlifted to a Reno hospital and spent over two weeks in the ICU, fighting for his life.
His recovery was grueling—months of surgeries, rehab, and learning to walk again.
But My Next Breath goes deeper than pain. It documents a man who stared death down—and came back changed.
“I just got tired,” he recalls of the moment his body gave in. “Tired of breathing manually for so long.”
Renner’s brush with death revealed.
“There was no time, place, or space,” Renner explains. “It was a beautiful and fantastic energy… an electric, two-way vision.”
He describes a moment outside of time, where he could see his entire life all at once—every moment layered over itself.
“I could see everything,” Renner writes. “In death there was no time at all, yet it was also all time and forever.”
The revelations aren’t just haunting—they’ve reshaped how Renner views the world, and even his purpose in it.
What followed wasn’t darkness or fear—but peace. Energy. Connection. “I felt everything. I was everything,” he writes.
It’s not your typical Hollywood survival tale. This one gets spiritual—without ever losing its grip on grit.
Renner’s found a new sense of purpose.
Renner’s brush with death didn’t just shake him—it gave him a new sense of purpose.
“Death is not the end,” he insists, with a kind of clarity that’s impossible to fake.
And now, thanks to My Next Breath, the world gets to see exactly what he saw.