Life Changing Moments
I broke my neck exactly one month after my 16th birthday. I was swimming in Murder Creek near Kirkland, Alabama, with my brother and friends. I decided to do a jackknife off a makeshift diving board we had rigged up. I can remember springing from the board and bending down to touch my toes and then suddenly seeing a bright flash of light as I hit the water. The next thing I knew, I was floating face down in the creek unable to raise my head above the water.
I could hear the other kids laughing and playing as I struggled to get my head above water. I kept holding my breath thinking someone would soon come to my aid. Eventually, I lost consciousness. When my brother finally realized something was wrong, he lifted my head and pulled me to shore. As he jerked and tugged to drag me up on the beach, he administered crude CPR which restarted my breathing. My mother had watched it all happen and knew there was something terribly wrong. I had to be dragged up a steep embankment and driven several miles over bumpy Alabama back roads before I made it to a hospital.
The next day I was told I had broken my neck at the C5 vertebrae and had no use of my legs and limited use of my arms.
For months afterward, my mother did not tell me the official copy of my Alabama driver's license had come in the mail the day of my accident. Every 16-year-old anxiously awaits the freedom and independence that day brings. In my case, those two things were taken away from me on the day of my accident- at least that is what it seemed at the time.