The Day in the Life of an Amputeed Athlete: The Beginning

This is about my car accident and me getting through it.

July 22, 2005 is the day that changed my life forever. It was a beautiful Saturday morning in Florida, and my brother, his girlfriend, and I decided to go out to breakfast. We were driving along I-95, and then we get clipped in the back of Land Rover by a van. For those of you that know about vehicles, you know that Land Rovers are top-heavy. So obviously the car tipped over on the passenger side, the side that I and my brother's girlfriend was on. On impact, I try to brace myself and on impact the windows shatter and both hands end up outside the window. The vehicle skids for about a quarter mile. When the car stops, my brother climbs out of the car and calls 911, and tries to find away to help us get out. I am extremely scared at this point, but oddly enough I didn't panic. I was talking to my brother's girlfriend to keep her calm and surprisingly keep her alive. (I found out months later that if I hadn't talked to her, she could have been in serious trouble and could have possibly died.) I blacked-out so I don't remember a lot of things that happened. I vaguely remember getting into the ambulance. I just remember waking up in the hospital.