November 19, 2011, the day I was supposed to die. Almost three hundred & sixty-five days have passed and I am still very much alive. As the one year anniversary approaches, I struggle. Most of the physical pain of the accident itself is far behind me. Other than slightly limited mobility in my neck, I Read More
Chosen Half Marathon for Adoption
Spend any time at River Stone Community Church in San Marcos, Texas and I guarantee the subject of orphan care/adoption will come up. I was raised in church, but prior to our arrival at River Stone in 2009, never before had I heard orphan care preached as part of the gospel message. I naively thought Read More
From Halo to Half Marathon
At 5 a.m. September 15, 2012, an alarm clock interrupted my peaceful sleep. The day I had spent ten months preparing for had finally arrived. I yawned, stretched and stealthly sent my travel pillow flying across the room nailing my friend Lisa as she dressed in the dark. I knew it was going to be Read More
2012 USAF Half Marathon
By this time next week the 2012 USAF Half Marathon will be nothing more than a page for the history books. My emotions leading up to the race are a roller coaster ride of jagged twists, hairpin turns and harrowing plummets. Ten months ago I broke my neck in a car accident. The type of break Read More
Where I Am Today
Nine months ago today an eighteen wheeler plowed into the vehicle I was riding in, leaving me with a broken neck, broken clavicle, broken scapula & broken ribs. Save for the faded scars on my shoulder, neck and forehead, my outward appearance bears no indication of what I endured. Though I still occasionally deal with Read More
Not Guilty?
Numbness drapes itself around my shoulders like a cloak. Shock and disbelief stake their claim as well. Circumstances writhe their way around my neck, a threatening noose. Today six jurors returned a “not guilty” verdict to the truck driver who slammed into my Dodge Caliber on November 19, 2011. According to the jury foreperson there Read More
Unexpected Setback
Less than six months have passed since the accident, and I am probably back in the one place I NEVER would have anticipated, the hospital. In the past few weeks I’d finally arrived at a place where I felt like much of the accident fall-out had passed; I’m running again, I’d finally worked back up Read More