Life has a funny way of changing our paths. June 18th, 1992 I was riding a bicycle along Broad Street in Columbus, Ohio. A driver in a van opened the door into my path, knocking me to the ground. Another car, driving behind me, did not stop in time and ran over me. I was dragged under the car for approximately 50 feet. The accident broke my pelvis into multiple pieces that were reconstructed with surgical steel. It took me months before I could walk again, but the most difficult part of the accident was learning that I would have to cope with some physical complications as well as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.