One second. That’s how quickly it happened.
Seven years ago this morning, I was riding my bike to work. A driver who was lost and late for a job interview, turned his F150 right in front of me. I hit the side of the truck and rolled under his rear wheel. Many injuries – most seriously a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) that threatened my life and livelihood.
by the outline the police drew of my bike, 10 weeks after the accident.
A week in the Neuro ICU – much of it in an induced coma, a month in the hospital, and nearly six months away from work. I had people with me 24/7 for the scary and difficult first few weeks. All that love and support from family and friends helped me focus forward, one small step at a time.
I’m probably the luckiest person you’ll ever meet. I’m able to do the things I love, with the people I love, and am very grateful.
Going from running marathons and earning my living with my brain, to requiring full-time care in the space of a second forces perspective on things. I learned a lot about what it means to be human in the space of those months. And I try to remember these lessons every day.
Hug the people you love this morning. You’ll be happy you did.
our kids visiting me in the hospital, three weeks after the accident