Help with tragedy
I'm not sure if you remember Aug. 6, 2011, but it will live with me forever. That day my life was changed in an instance. On the way back from Florida, my family and I were hit by a drunk driver. She never got the justice she deserved, but that's a whole other story. I lost my wife, Carolyn, and on Aug. 8 my son (stepson, but he was mine because I raised him and he saw me as daddy) passed away. I almost died. I had a 13 percent chance of living, but they were with me and I survived.