April 16, 2012
I looked like part of a machine. The tubes lodged into my throat connected my lungs to a respirator were the only thing keeping me alive. I was nearly a human sandbag. The support of the neck brace was a pitiful sight. My body’s right half puffed out like a blowfish. My bleeding head, with its thick dark hair in a bun at the top, kissed the pillow with blood from the laceration in my head. My younger sister clutched my hand as she looked at my closed eyes. She told me later that she prayed I would survive.
My uncle gave me a copy of this photo he took after I survived a near-fatal car accident when I was 18; he knew I’d appreciate what he saw. Looking at this picture now, I’m grateful I survived that nightmare. I only hope teen drivers might learn something from my story.
On March 28, 2007, I was riding with my best friend the day she drove her new car out of the dealership’s parking lot. To celebrate her new purchase, we treated ourselves to pedicures, went out for dinner and later went shopping. We drove that car across town.
But the…» Read More