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My Story

My story begins in the late hours of August 23rd, 2005. The outer bands of Hurricane Katrina were hitting south Florida at the time. Katrina, as we know, eventually made its way up the Gulf of Mexico and slammed into New Orleans and many other states. I was driving home on the Florida Turnpike in Palm Beach County around 1 A.M. There was a torrential downpour as I came across an overturned SUV that was on its side in the middle of the highway. I pulled over, put my hazards on and ran into the highway to assist. There was a tractor trailer coming towards me, I could tell from the size and luminosity of the lights.

A girl was trapped in the SUV, as the driver’s side was pinned to the pavement. I attempted to kick in the windshield at first, but my foot kept slipping because of the rain. I then climbed up the tires, broke the passenger window and proceeded to pull Julie out of the wreck. As I pulled her out, we were standing on the passenger side door. I had her in my arms as we prepared to jump down to the road when it hit… The tandem trailer smashed into her car and threw us over 300 feet across the highway and into a grass ravine. We were on the side of the road, in and out of consciousness when the Trauma Hawk arrived. I thank the passing motorist that called 911 because we found out later that the driver of the tractor trailer who had hit us never called for help.

Instead, he called his Depot Manager. I can also never thank the Trauma Hawk team of Palm Beach County enough for saving my life. That’s the accident. Now it’s time to talk about the rehab and my struggle with opiates for the several years following the accident. As a result of the impact, I lost my left eye, broke both legs, both arms, suffered a fractured skull and was placed in a medically induced coma for the first 9 weeks of my recovery. I was in rehab for two years and the struggle to be normal and regain my life back was the toughest fight I’ve ever been in (and I’ve been in a few tough ones). I was on and off Percocet for almost 7 years. I finally got myself help in the form of therapy to understand the toll these meds were taking on me and my relationships (it cost me a lot of them). The problem was that I became dependent on narcotics to get me through my days and nights. I would get off prescription pain killers and sleeping aides for months at a time and regain my perspective, but every time I wanted to get in shape or be active, I had to go back on them in order to deal with the pain it caused. Over time, I realized that it was inflammation that was causing most of my pain. I knew I could never be the same as I was, but my mind would say one thing and my body would tell me another.

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