On a Friday afternoon, while thinking about what we were going to have for dinner that night, I was hit by a drunk driver. I never saw it coming. In fact, I don’t remember the impact of the crash at all, just waking up in extreme pain with a selfless witness holding my hand through one of the openings of the vehicle, telling me I had been hit by a drunk driver. The driver had been so drunk, he hadn’t even known where he was, and was 60 miles headed in the wrong direction, twice the legal limit. That day he had made the awful decision to try to make it home. I had been on my way to pick up my daughter and I could hear the phone ringing over and over again, she was frantic to reach me, but I couldn’t move to let her know I wasn’t going to be there. The EMTs on the scene said things like…I’m not sure there is going to be enough time to drive her to the hospital…they were worried I wasn’t going to make it. I found out later that they couldn’t send a helicopter to the scene due to rain and were worried about my life. They cut me out of that vehicle, and I suffered severe and devasting injuries to my legs (they were crushed). My neck, my back, my hand, some of my ribs, and my clavicle were all broken, my BY LISA BLACK
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