Small Steps Long Journey

<p>In August of 1985 a drunk driver torpedoed through his red light and blasted into my smaller mini truck. Instantly I fell comatose for nine weeks but the real story is in my tenacity to overcome obstacles in my life that were not there before.</p><p>As an athlete through school I succumbed to a life far different than the playing field. Faced with difficulties that were taken for granted suddenly my world became a battlefield just to survive. I take the reader on a voyage into the unknown disabled community where I candidly express my emotions. The accident left me vulnerable which allowed my father in close. We were both too stubborn to show weakness and that kept us apart.</p><p>My hopes are to share my story and inspire those who are injured everyday whether it is doctors & nurses or families & friends of those who receive care. I take the reader on a journey where hopefully you can find comfort in one person's survival.</p>