He Knew Who I Was Because of My Husband’s ROAD iD

"Kelly, this is Adrian. I'm with Mike who got into a minor bike accident. Please call me."

That’s a text message I received this weekend in San Francisco.

I don't know Adrian, and will likely never meet him, but he knew who I was because of the name and phone number on my husband's Road iD. Mike's "minor" accident turned into two dislocated shoulders, a broken arm, and a broken thumb, but thankfully that was the extent of it, and he's going to be fine.

If not for Adrian's text, I don't know how or when I would have found Mike. Thank you, thank you! And thanks to our friends Beth and Anne who gave Mike a Gift Card for his Road iD. You rock, along with all the emergency personnel and the fine folks of SF General's Trauma Center.