In a Split Second: From Tragedy to Triumph with Jesus Christ

Introduction

My day started out like every other ordinary day by waking up, taking a shower,

getting dressed, having breakfast then heading off to work. The day was going like

any other day at work helping people by getting them the auto parts they needed,

checking in the stock that arrived that day, then restocking the store with things

such as oil, oil filters, air filters, different types of additives to help your vehicle

improve its performance and sharing an occasional laugh with a coworker. I got off

early that day, so I could go home to get a shower, get dressed and then go to pick

up my friend Barry due to the fact that we were going to a concert that night. We

arrived before the concert started, so we hung out in the parking lot and talked with

other people who had arrived early for the concert also. Somehow, between the

time when we entered the concert venue and when the concert started my friend

Barry and I got separated from each other. We each had a hold of our own tickets,

so I decided that I would go down to the front of the venue where our seats were

located. The first band onstage, Biohazard had begun playing, but there was still no

sign of my friend Barry. I noticed that there was an area where there was a group

of people slam dancing, so I decided to go down front and have some fun while also

getting closer to the band with hopes of catching either a guitar pick or possibly one

of the drummer’s drumsticks.

I remember Biohazard finishing playing and then the next thing I remembered I

was on top of the crowd that pushed me forward towards the stage. The next thing

that I remember was that I was pulled off the crowd, then led by a group of guys,

which due to legal agreements I am unable to reveal the names of them or the

people who pulled me off the crowd while allowing me to land on the ground with all

my weight. The next thing I knew I was led up a few steps then pushed through a

set of double doors to the outside and then was thrown down on the ground. I

stood up on my own then the three guys said to me, “Do you have a problem?” I

replied, “No, I don’t have a problem,” and the next thing they said to me was, “Well

you do now!” Then the next thing I knew the group of guys put my arms behind my

back, picked me up in the air, slammed me on the ground head first breaking my

neck and then continued to rough me up. Then they picked me up by my arms and

legs, then I felt my right foot hit the ground and then the next thing I knew was that

my head dropped downward causing two vertebrae in my neck to slide over top of

each other causing my spinal cord to be cut which caused my body to lose all

feeling from my chest down. They proceeded to carry me what had felt like the

length of a football field, dropping me face down in a mud puddle outside of the

gates. Fortunately, I was able to turn my head to the left one more time out of the

mud puddle so that I could breathe without drowning in the mud puddle. As they

were walking back into the concert venue I heard one of them yell out to me, “Now

try to get up and walk!” The next thing I remembered was seeing my friend

Anthony kneeling down what looked like to me at the time that he was a mile away

from me, and he asked me,” Are you ok?”, and I replied to him ,”No, they broke my

neck”.

I also remember the paramedics surrounding me while asking me,

“What’s wrong?” I replied, “They broke my neck.” Then one of the

paramedics asked me, “How do you know your neck is broken?” since I

was in respiratory arrest as loud as I could I yelled to them, “They

broke my neck, I heard it snap!” They then turned me onto my side

while putting a board behind my back, then stabilizing my neck by

putting a neck brace while also placing two blocks or either side of my

head and then strapping them down to prevent any further damage to

my spinal cord. While the paramedics were putting me into the

ambulance I kept repeating to them, “Please call my mother at

[410]686-0384!” The next thing I remember was waking up in Shock

Trauma with a tube going down my throat, a tube going up my nose,

IV’s in both arms while the doctors were screwing screws into both

sides of my head so that they could stabilize my neck by putting it into

traction to align all of the vertebrae in my neck. At that moment I

didn’t realize that after all the bad things I had done in my life until

that moment, Jesus Christ was giving me a Second Chance at life. For