Four Year Anniversary

Four years ago today, is the day that the car accident occured. I remember it as if it just happened.

We were going to do some shopping, just like we would normally do any given evening. But this time, we were on a detour route given that Main Street was closed due to the Parade.

We were driving Eastbound. The thing I remember next is the slamming of the breaks and watched Sharon swurve out of the way until we went BAM and I saw this big truck sitting inside our engine. I could hear the engine grinding and quickly turned the key off. I was freaked out. Looking around at Sharon seeing if she was okay. I was hurt. I was already hurting from a pulled pec muscle in the left pecs and the seatbelt didn't make it any better, especially having been in the accident and thrown forward.

By the time I got my door open there was a police car that just arrived and stopped right to my right side. I went to the back door to retreive my then 2 year old daughter and check on my 9 year old son were OK. Sharon seemed okay. Looking at the accident, I was amazed at what happened.

There was a Ford F350 Quad Pick up Trick that landed into our engine. Fluids were all over the place, several pieces of our engine were all over the road. Fortunately, the hood to the engine did not even touch our windshield, otherwise, it could have gone through. It was less than an inch away.

It was a teenager that drove that truck, speeding and running a stop sign.

They had a difficult time pulling that truck off our engine and out. When they did, amazingly, there wasn't a dent! But our car was totalled. Bolts, screwd, all fluids (oil, radiator, transmission, etc) were all lost. I had then realized had SHaron NOT try to avoid this truck, that that truck would have landed right into her lap, T-boning us. She would not have survived.

It wasn't for another 24 hours that she started showing signs of problems. She was on narcotics for the entre month of July, the same time I recieved acceptance to Guiding Eyes for the Blind to get my guide dog Archer. It was the difficult decision to leave her and my three children while getting my guide dog.

She was officially diagnosed with a concussion a week later. After trying to get into a neurologist, we finally got in and got all the special testing done that resulted in a TBI (Traumatic Brain INjury).

It has been an emotional roller coaster trying to get some help for her. I put off many of my plans and goals to focus upon her recovery.

We now know that she won't improve much. The more time elapses without any change, the more likely hood it becomes a perminant injury. This is why it is now my turn to take care of myself. Try to get my Cochlear Implant, apply to Grad School so I can pursue my dreams.

Being able to hear will open the doors to me even though I am deaf and blind. Communications barriers will be broken down and enable me to do and move forward with my goals.