My Life in New York City

In New York, as in any city, your life can completely redirect in the matter of one second. One year ago today, I was in a car accident returning from a ski trip in the Pokonos. I remember thinking, "I'm going skiing in the Pokonos. People only do that on TV." So, I went on the ski trip. It was vibrantly refreshing from my superficial life in New York City. On the way back to the train station, our driver decided to make a u-turn and we were smashed in the side by a super size semi going 60 mph. There was instant blood, pain and screaming but eventually I worked my way out of the truck. I remember walking around asking people how to get to the train station. I didn't want to be stranded in New Jersey. I wanted to go home and do my improv shows that night. Needless to say, I road in a helicopter instead of a train. All the way to Morristown Trauma Center. They ran a million tests and the next day I was told I could return back to New York. I didn't have a ride so my parents drove 12 hours from Kentucky to pick me up. God bless em. We returned back to my apartment. I couldn't even climb up the ladder to my loft. My mom packed my bags and we returned on the 12 hour trip back to Kentucky.

I recovered at my real home in Louisville for the next two months. The home with a couch and cable TV and loved ones to care for me and tell me how grateful they are that I am alright. I was grateful too but I was in shock. How could this happen to me? How I could be running 50 miles a minute one day and then just stop. God had said it was time to slow down and he didn't give me a choice. I'm doing alright now. Through the help of many doctors and a fabulous rolfer I'm well on my way to being just as I was February 7, 2003 when I woke up in the morning for that ski trip in the Pokonos.