Small Steps, Long Journey

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.

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.

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.