My dad, successful and talented surgeon was on his way home from the local bakery on a fine morning in May of 1986. He was hit head on by a drunk driver. He came as close as someone possibly could to dying. He had 14 major fractures, a ruptured bladder and was paralyzed. He had to have his left leg amputated. He lived as a bed patient for the next 15 years. Not only did his family suffer terribly, but I can still remember talking to his patients and those whose lives he saved. Dad is finally at peace, but my heart will always mourn the horrific tragedy that befell him.

— Leslie Michell-Young