This was my first car... after my near death experience. I normally don't get too personal but I figured I'd share this photo with you. I bought my first car after working a summer job at a local grocery store. Come March my Junior year in High School (2004) I had saved up enough cash to sign away. For any motor enthusiast it's easy to understand how much your first car means to you.
Driving home from Eustis, FL in the summer between my Junior and Senior year, I drifted off the road and plowed into the back of an electrical truck. I have NO recollection of the accident or the few minutes before it but according to paramedics the windshield had fallen in on the dash as my body moved forward toward the steering wheel, severing my throat nearly from ear to ear. To shorten the long story, my mother ended up coming to my rescue until the paramedics arrived and I was rushed to the hospital. I was placed in ICU after a vascular surgeon had done all that he could. The wait began and I awoke from a self-induced coma three days later with a broken jaw, no voice and 52 staples across my jaw-line.
Later I learned that the doctors told my parents upon arrival to the hospital that I had lost far too much blood and there was really no way to save their son.
I'm telling you all this because yesterday, June 14th was exactly 7 years since that fateful day. I can't lie, there are days upon days that go by and it will not even cross my mind but when I sit down and go through what happen on that day, I realize how lucky I am to be alive. A life saved, for how long... who knows but I refuse to waste a single day of what's been given back to me.
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