August 8, 2007 should be a day that I will never forget. But I can't remember it. I do know that I just got off work, got on my Harley, and was heading home. I had only been on the road for less than a mile when a car pulled out in front of me. From what I'm told, I locked up the brakes, kept the bike upright until the very last second, and than laid it down just before I hit the car. The bike and my right leg got wedged under the frame of the car. My leg was tore off at the scene of the accident, I broke my jaw, my nose, and had a bad head injury. A doctor came upon the accident and even though she tied off my amputated leg, I still bled out before the helicopter got there. When I finally made it to the hospital the doctors didn't give me much of a chance to live. At times I wish they had been right. After 4 days on life support I finally woke up. The first thing that came to my mind was I thought I just broke leg and it was numb. I pulled back the blanket, expecting to see a cast, but all I saw was a stump. I knew that my world would never be the same.