Well, this is me on Febuary 7th. The last night I'll ever have on this earth titanium-free. And btw, they are Australian Shepards, and their names are Aussie (blue one), and Sydnie (brown one).

And here is what my dads truck looked like at 1:30 pm the next day (its not a LUV! very good thing!). I was going around a 90* corner, and the speed limit for the corner was 30, I was doing 35. But that extra 5 mph, the gravel in the road from construction across the street, and the lack of tread on the tires is a deadly combination. My rear tires hung off the road into a ditch and dug in, flipping it 2 and a half times. The people who saw it refered to it as "At first, I thought it was a piece of sheetmetal blowing in the wind. I'm amazed you're still alive!"
Oh, and I had 2 bowling balls flying around in the car during the accident too...


Broke my neck (C5 and C6 vertebrae), so they did this to me. Four titanium bolts, few brackets, a piece of my pelvis. Great. My hip will never be the same!


Here's me home from the hospital Monday night (my accident was Friday day, surgery was Saturday morning). They really have a good turn-around time at the hospital! Apparently when I was there hopped up on morphine 24/7, I hit on all my sisters friends, my girl-friends, and all the nurses. Hah.

Here's were my teeth went through my lip.

Here are my wounds two weeks later.


So, I wore my neckbrace for the following 3 months (sleep was HELL), and now I finally have the damn thing off. Here are my scars.


And don't worry, my face is still as pretty as it was before

. Now, heres the kicker, mid-firstflip I blacked out (hit my head on the ceiling. WEAR YOUR SEATBELT) so, when I wake up half in and half out of my window I just feel real dizzy, like I just got hit in the nose (the ground has hard fists). I feel dazed but feel okay, so I sit up, spitting blood, pieces of my lips and tongue and chipped teeth out, and I see this girl (hottie, about 20) standing across the street with her hand over her mouth and staring at me in horror, so I try to convince her I'm fine and don't need an ambulance. As I'm doing this I reach out to grab the underbelly (physics made it temporarily my roof) of my car to help me up, and am about to stand when this older lady runs up to me and tells me to lay down and not to move a muscle til the ambulance has a chance to get there. Thats she's a nurse and will take care of me. First thing I asked her was "Am I still pretty?"

, so she tells me "Of course! You're beautiful!"
That woman saved my life. If I would have stood up I would have put pressure on my vertebrae and it would have snapped my spinal cord. As it was, I was 1mm away from snapping it.
I remember she was about low to mid 40's, attractive, and had long blonde curly hair, but can't remember a thing about her face! But I can describe the girl accross the street who I just glanced at in vivid detail (green shirt, black hair, driving a red durango) and remember her face.
I am convinced this nurse was my angel. She's shows up out of no-where (no one saw her drive up, or drive off), and when the ambulance got there she was just gone. Not on the police report or anything.
So now, luckily my baseball carreer isn't over! And I am nothing short but a slightly smaller turning radius, can't look up too too far, and a slight crick for now from what I was before that fateful day!