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There were two events that I think changed my life forever. The first was about 3am on August 25th, 2005. I was living with my parents at the time, and my mom came upstairs and told me she needed help with dad. I come downstairs, go into their room, and he's just laying there. My mom was on the phone with 911, and I did CPR for the 10-15 minutes it took the paramedics to get there. I drive my mom/sister to the hospital, and me and my sister go into the waiting room while my mom is in the room with my dad. When we heard my mom scream, I knew that was it. I was in charge of making the phone calls since my mom and sister were absolute wrecks, and that was something I never wish on anyone.
The second was 4.5 months later when I got hit in the face by an oncoming Ford Focus, broke my nose, got a grade 3 concussion, and broke my neck in 4 places. This happened on the Corporate Dr. bridge going over I-35 in Lewisville, at 5pm on a Thursday. Careflight helicopter took me to Parkland. The chaplain of the hospital called my mom and told her that I had been in a motorcycle accident, and she needed to get there as soon as possible, but he couldn't release anything about my condition. After an hour drive, she got there and they said that there was a "family room" prepared. When the doctor came in, she told me she just asked if I was alive, and when he said "yes," that was all that mattered. I have no memory of the next 10 days, and I spent 3 weeks in the hospital, 9 weeks in a traction halo, and 2 weeks in a neck brace after that. Here's a picture of me on the 2nd day.
The second was 4.5 months later when I got hit in the face by an oncoming Ford Focus, broke my nose, got a grade 3 concussion, and broke my neck in 4 places. This happened on the Corporate Dr. bridge going over I-35 in Lewisville, at 5pm on a Thursday. Careflight helicopter took me to Parkland. The chaplain of the hospital called my mom and told her that I had been in a motorcycle accident, and she needed to get there as soon as possible, but he couldn't release anything about my condition. After an hour drive, she got there and they said that there was a "family room" prepared. When the doctor came in, she told me she just asked if I was alive, and when he said "yes," that was all that mattered. I have no memory of the next 10 days, and I spent 3 weeks in the hospital, 9 weeks in a traction halo, and 2 weeks in a neck brace after that. Here's a picture of me on the 2nd day.
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