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In June of 1991 Coty and I were passengers in a car operated by Paul who was the father of one of my most promising tennis students. It was a two-hour drive from Alexandria Bay to see his older son, Tony, play his first tournament in Utica. Paul and his wife, Terri, were separated, but she was agreeable to bringing Tony to the site. Paul, Coty and I never arrived. Paul had an undisclosed sugar disorder that caused him to fall asleep after eating. We had a sandwich in Watertown. The car was on cruise control thirty minutes later when he dozed off on a two-lane road near Pulaski. Before I could grab the wheel we had a head-on collision with a three-quarter-ton truck.
It was a miracle that Coty and I lived, but Paul was not so fortunate and he died at the scene. Coty had a closed-head injury, a femur with multiple fractures and the ball joint had been sheared off the hip of his other leg. He spent three days in a coma.
I arrived at the hospital with eight units of blood pooled in my abdomen. Somehow I survived and those I talked to that attended various facets of the emergency surgery marveled at the wizardry Dr. Simon demonstrated in pulling me through. When he discharged me, I asked him how close a call I’d had. He said, “You are the first to walk out of here considering the state of your arrival.” I gave silent thanks for all the years of training I’d done to become a top tennis player because this was surely why I survived.
We spent the entire summer and into October convalescing. The doctors would not allow us to stay on Comfort Island that summer, and we would have been physically unable to do so even if we had wanted to. We had to scramble to find places to stay, and it was costly renting during the peak season. Coty, in ...
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...ished wooden-framed dining table chairs accommodated the gorilla, Cloud was in a wooden Victorian chair painted a fading yellow with the rounded flourishes painted black. Snowball was in the ancient perambulator with wire-spoked wheels, leaf springs, and wooden armrests connected to the metal framing. Several other occupants shared a wooden kid’s rocker with spindles adorning the arms and back support.
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A year went by and in January 1983 Joshua was admitted into the local hospital by his father's girlfriend and former sister-in-law, Marie Deshaney. Joshua was treated for significant bruises and abrasions all over his body, In the medical report Marie Deshaney stated that Joshua had been hit in the head by another toddler with a metal toy truck. The examining physician suspected child abuse when he examined Joshua’s wounds and immediately notified the DSS.... ... middle of paper ...
On June 7th 2008, Sarah May Ward was arrested for the murder of Eli Westlake after she ran him over in a motor vehicle in St. Leonards. Prior to the incident the offender had been driving the wrong way down Christine Lane which was a one way street. Whilst this was occurring she was intoxicated, under the influence of marijuana, valium, and ecstasy and was unlicensed to drive. The victim and his brother who were also intoxicated, where walking down the lane and where nearly hit by the offender. This prompted the victim to throw cheese balls at the car and make a few sarcastic remarks regarding her driving ability. After a brief confrontation between the two parties the victim and his brother turned away and proceeded to walk down Lithgow Street. The offender followed the victim into the street and drove into him while he was crossing a driveway.
That night, many witnesses reported having seen a man changing the tire of his van and waving any possible help away angrily while others reported seeing a woman wandering around the side of the dangerous highway. More witnesses reported that Kenneth and his wife were having many violent disputes at their home that usually resulted in Kenneth pursuing an angry Yvonne around the block. The most compelling evidence against Mathison, however, is purely scientific. Detective Paul Ferreira first noticed that the extensive blood stains inside the Mathison van. After hearing Mathison’s original account, he summoned the assistance of famed forensic expert Dr. Henry Lee to analyze what he thought was inconsistent evidence. Blood stains on the paneling and the spare tire in the cargo area reveal low-velocity blood stains meaning that the blood probably dripped from Yvonne’s head onto the floor. The stains found on the roof and steering wheel were contact transfer patterns probably caused by Mathison’s bloody hands. Blood stains on the driver’s side of the van were contact-dripping patterns which indicate that Mathison touched the inside of the van multiple times before and after moving his wife’s body. The final groups of blood stains on the instrument panel of the van were medium-velocity stains which show investigators that Mathison probably struck his wife at least once in the front seat causing the blood to fly from her open head wound. The enormous amounts of blood inside the van lead prosecutor Kurt Spohn to investigate the Mathison case as a murder instead of a misdemeanor traffic violation.
In the state of New Columbia, Alex Billings has accused CJ Pearson, previously a friend, of intentional infliction of emotional distress. This all started because CJ invited Alex to a “Go-go” and Alex wore a weird outfit. (30) All of the “distress” happened over text, on MyFace, and in person with comments that Pearson intended as jokes. CJ Pearson is not guilty of intentional infliction of emotional distress because one, he did not meet all of the requirements in his Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) test that the erudite professor gave him; and two, Alex Billings might have had another motive for staying home from school.
...amily that all is going to be okay. Just around the corner from a waiting room is an OR, a surgical techs “home away from home”, a place where miracles happen.
The case begins with a report of a house fire in a Virginia suburb. When firefighters arrived and extinguished the flames, they made a horrible discovery. All four members of the house were dead. 41-year-old Blaine Hodges, 37-year old Teresa Hodges his wife, and their two young daughters, 11-year-old Winter and Anah who was just 3 years old. Investigators arrived and interpreted the burn pattern. They also discovered the presence of an accelerant. They determined that the cause of the family’s death was not an accidental house fire. This immediately shifted the focus from an accident to something more sinister.
Terry knew that aches and pains are common in athlete’s lives. At the end of his first year of university there was a new pain in his knee. One morning Terry woke up to see that he could no longer stand up. A week later Terry found out that it was not just an ache he had a malignant tumor; his leg would have to be cut off six inches above the knee. Terry’s doctor told him that he had a chance of living but the odds were fifty to seventy percent. He also said that he should be glad it happened now fore just 2 years ago the chance of living was fifteen percent. The night before his operation a former coach brought Terry a magazine featuring a man who ran a marathon after a similar operation. Terry didn’t want to do something small if he was going to do something he was going to do it big. "I am competitive" Terry said, "I’m a dreamer. I like challenges. I don’t give up. When I decided to do it, I knew it was going to be all out. There was no in between Terry’s sixteen month follow up he saw all the young people suffering and getting weak by the disease. He never forgot what he saw and felt burdened to thoughts that died to run this marathon. He was one of the lucky one in three people to survive in the cancer clinics. Terry wrote asking for sponsorship " I could not leave knowing that these faces and feelings would still be here even though I would be set free of mine, s...
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“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Everything will be all right.” My doctor was there. That reassured me. I felt that in his presence, nothing serious could happen to me. Every one of his words was healing and every glance of his carried a message of hope. “It will hurt a little,” he said, “but it will pass. Be brave.” (79)
“I was all bandaged up. But they had told him about it… ‘have given more than your life.’ What a speech!”
Two decades have passed since that fateful day when Stella Liebeck’s life was turned upside down in a McDonald’s parking lot. Since then her story has served in as a punch line for late night comedians, the basis for an episode of Sienfield and a lyric in a Toby Keith song. She died in 2004 having never fully recovered from her injuries. Unfortunately for her family her story will probably be misquoted and misunderstood in order to support some rather specious arguments about personal responsibility and other ills of society.
On May 14th, 1988 a group of children and adults from the First Assembly of God Church in Radcliff, Kentucky got aboard a Ford built 1977 Superior B-700 school bus and headed to King’s Island amusement park. King’s Island is located about 170 miles from Radcliff where the church is located. After spending the whole day at the amusement park, the group got on the bus and began traveling on Interstate seventy-one in northern Kentucky back to Radcliff. At about 10:45 P.M. while heading south on Interstate 71 just outside of Carrollton, Kentucky, the bus collided with a black pickup truck driven by Larry W. Mahoney.
It’s May 5, 2012. It’s a Saturday night after a stressful week of school. It’s an ordinary spring day. We had been at Truman Lake on the water all day, looking forward to a great night of racing. The sun rose up, the heat was reaching the upper nineties, and conditions were beautiful for a night filled with racing. My uncle had box tickets to the Impact Night at Wheatland Speedway. My mom, dad, brother, and three of our family friends all piled into our seven passenger SUV to head down to Wheatland, MO. Little did we know what was in store. The races started off intense and every race had at least one wreck. After a long day, we were driving home. Exhausted, I had just dozed off on my mom’s shoulder when out of nowhere on Highway 83, we swerved off the road to avoid getting hit head-on by a drunk driver. Sliding every which way through the ditch, we hit a school bus sign; only feet away from guard rail. Thanks to my dad’s retired dirt track racing skills and someone watching over us, everyone in that car is alive today.
“August 2000, our family of six was on the way to a wedding. It was a rainy day, and Gregg was not familiar with the area. The car hit standing water in the high-way, and started hydro-planing. Greg lost control of the car. Then, the car went backwards down into a ditch and started sliding on its wheels sideways. After sliding for 100 feet or so, the car flipped, at least once. After flipping, the car came to rest on its wheels, and the passenger window broke out.
Who brought me here? Out of impulse, my hand travels to my face, pressing the throbbing area on my right temple. I felt a scar and flinched at the pain. I tried to get up. Once I stepped on the cold, white tiles, I instantly fell back on to the bed. My body, engulfed in pain as if objecting my decision to stand up. I lay there pathetically, waiting for the pain to wash away. Staring at the ceiling, illuminated with a white fluorescent light. Perhaps waiting for some help by the hospital staff. I still didn't know how I got here, who took me here, how long I've been here.