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Garry’s Story

I felt like a rag doll, tumbling down the road, wondering if I was going to hit an oncoming vehicle, post, tree, or just break my damn neck.

Submitted by Garry G, Springwater

Garry’s Story

Submitted by Garry G, from Springwater

We were returning home from a fabulous motorcycle vacation of riding and swimming in four of our Great Lakes.

After a breakfast stop south of the French River, we proceeded south towards home. Turning off the main highway, my life, and the life of my best friend, were changed forever by a distracted driver.

The driver T-boned me with his car and severed my right leg, mid shin. Both my tibia and fibula splintered and comminuted, with a loss of over one inch of bone from each. I was thrown over my handlebars, and luckily cleared the hood of the car that had just damaged my leg. It was the most pain I ever endured in my fifty-six years on this planet.

I tucked and rolled, thus saving myself from potential spinal issues, paralysis, or death. I felt like a rag doll, tumbling down the road, wondering if I was going to hit an oncoming vehicle, post, tree, or just break my damn neck.

Luckily, none of those occurred and I came to rest sixty feet down the road on the hot, sticky asphalt! Lying there, screaming in pain and going in and out of conscience occasionally, I wondered how could a person not see me. I’m a 200 pound man on a large motorcycle.

He accelerated through me, not looking in the direction he was going. I don’t believe he knew he almost killed me until his car was stopped by my motorcycle, which was jammed under his bumper.

My best friend, perhaps fifty feet behind me, used all of his substantial skill to avoid being hit as well!

Neither of us have been the same since that day.

I am still being used as a Guinea pig; trying drugs, needles, exercise, and meditation, anything that might reduce my pain and give me back some type of life with a little independence. I miss having the ability to take a walk, get the mail, drive a car, and go to a store. But what I miss most is the ability to interact with my family and friends as I used to, and my regrets for all of the pain and suffering I have put them through.

This story is true and will end only when my life ends. I pray for that ending on bad days. It used to be 365 days a year of bad days. Now, it’s maybe 100. Always ready.

The distracted driver who caused this lost their license for one year.

Somehow, it just doesn’t seem fair.

Distracted. It is not just a word. It is life and death. It happens in less than one second. When I am in great pain, one second seems like an eternity.

Put the damn devices where they belong. Let everyone enjoy their lives. Not just you!

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My children could have been motherless. Was the text message really that important?

Submitted by Shaelan E, Belleville

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Submitted by Shaelan E, from Belleville

My children could have been motherless. Was the text message really that important?

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Submitted by Craig R, from Markham

Score: Texting driver: 1, My written off car: 0

Shaelan’s Story

An SUV veered into my lane. I had seconds to prevent an imminent head-on collision. I couldn’t let that happen; I have kids who need a mom to come home. I swerved…

Submitted by Shaelan E, Belleville

Shaelan’s Story

Submitted by Shaelan E, from Belleville

On March 10th, 2017 someone almost killed me.

Travelling down hwy 6, an SUV veered into my lane. I had seconds to prevent an imminent head-on collision. I couldn’t let that happen; I have kids who need a mom to come home. I swerved.

My entire car, now on the gravel shoulder, is passed by the oncoming vehicle – which is completely in my lane. Unable to regain control, doing everything I could to avoid the ditch, my car hit a culvert and I rolled.

Every part of the car was crushed, except for the driver’s seat.

I usually have my kids in tow, but they were still at school. Just 40 minutes later they would have been with me, and I’d be posting a different story.

The distracted driver was oblivious to what happened. There were three witnesses, but no one got the license plate number.

My children could have been motherless. I now suffer with anxiety and PTSD. Was the text message really that important? Would it have been worth it if someone died?

Put your d*mn phone away. Save a life.

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