In March 2006 I volunteered with a church group to help disaster victims in New Orleans. After seeing, first hand, the devastation hurricane Katrina had caused, I moved there to further assist with the cleanup effort. It was overwhelming to see so many people without shelter, jobs or even food. I spent months cleaning and gutting houses. There was never anything that could be salvaged: not a picture, not a birthday card, not even a book or family heirloom. We left nothing but the frames. There are still hundreds of families to this very day that cannot go back to their homes.

I was on my way to work one day, it was just like any other day. I was on my motorcycle, I was going the speed limit, and I was alert and aware. She came out of nowhere.

That was a lifetime ago. I guess I was bitter for a while. I guess I spent time alone, wondering why it happened to me, what I did to deserve this? But those feelings passed. I realized that I was meant to go through this trying hardship. I realized that the accident and becoming a paraplegic had a design or purpose to who I am supposed to become. I am becoming that person but I need your help. The woman who hit me had minimum liability coverage on her vehicle. The insurance payout is less than 2% of what I owe in medical bills. The therapy and special equipment that my injuries require are a constant financial struggle...sometimes it seems so overwhelming... I will walk again, but I need your support.