Tag: accident

There was an accident.

My wife and I, on our way home after a day’s ride on the Harley, had been left lying unconscious in the middle of the highway by a hit-and-run driver. We never knew what hit us and neither of us was expected to survive that crash. Due to a traumatic brain injury (TBI) my wife nearly died at the scene of the accident.

Our daughter was an Emergency Medical Technician (EMT) at the time and had been dispatched to the crash site only to discover upon arrival that her parents were the victims she had been sent to rescue.

We have all been abandoned in our lives. Whether it was through our parents’ divorce, death of a parent, or a previous spouse leaving us, as human beings we are all familiar with the feeling. Sometimes we don’t know where to go or what to do. We feel the earth has been pulled out from under us and we are dangling in space without an anchor.

The sadness and fear can be so overwhelming that we are at risk of falling into a depression. Some say that it is our perceptions of a situation that create the feeling of abandonment. If a parent dies in a car wreck they did not crash intentionally, it was an accident, but the emotions immediately interprets the incident as abandonment.

Between hurried drivers, icy winter roads and the texting-while-driving epidemic, a car collision could happen in your future. How you respond in the immediate and subsequent days could not just keep you safe, but save you time, money and stress. Now, we're hoping you never have to worry about this, but if a car crash happens stay calm and follow these steps.

Get your car off the road. If your car is drivable, move it immediately to a safe location, but don't leave the scene of the accident.

I became an incomplete paraplegic at the age of 22, because of a road accident. Running was the thing I loved to do most in life and it was taken away from me in a split second without warning or consultation.

Meeting the man who put me in a wheelchair was not going to be easy. I didn’t feel anger towards him or crave retribution, but I was apprehensive about getting in touch with him, hearing his voice, seeing him in person. My concern was that it might be a negative experience—and that would make things worse for me, not better. I also knew if I didn’t face up to this I would never be free of it. I wanted to know what happened in the cabin of that truck just before it hit me and what the driver’s reaction had been and how his own life had turned out.