My husband wears his FIXX ID when he rides his bike. One side of it has his name and emergency contact information. During a ride, he rode around a curve in the road, looked down and met the back of parked SUV. A man from Idaho, whom I had never met, called me on the number on the Road ID to tell me he was with my husband who was injured in a bicycle crash. My heart was in my throat. Luckily, I was already in my car and only about a mile away.
I drove up just as the police did. Richard was standing, but boy was he bloodied up. He needed stitches and a plastic surgeon for his face and staples for his knee.
Even though he was coherent and could have told the Good Samaritans who to call, I think often about "what if" he were unconscious. That ID was a blessing. It's also been a blessing to sit and talk with my husband for almost two solid days in the ER, ICU and hospital room. We enjoy each other’s company. Looking forward to having him home soon.
- C .S from Mesa, AZ