Coma Miracle

It was my senior year spring break, and I was in a 1992 Pontiac Grand Am sleeping in the back seat. My friends and I were on I-70 going east between Manhattan and Topeka, Kansas.

Around 6 am, March 26th, our car was driven off the road. When we tried to get back on the highway, the car flipped 2 and 1/2 times. The first flip sent me out the left passenger window, flying 54 miles an hour, and landing in the middle of the road, 150 feet later.

Two weeks later I woke up from a level 5 coma at Craig Hospital in Denver Colorado.