It was a normal Tuesday when I headed out on a 30 mile bike ride. Little did I know, it would be 13 days before I returned home.
Although I was told I didn't lose consciousness, I remember nothing about the accident. Apparently I took a hard fall on my left side. Suffering with a fractured pelvis, four cracked ribs, a bruised lung, a dislocated shoulder and a concussion...it was my Road ID that spoke for me.
The first responders called my husband, and by the time he got to the hospital, the Trauma doctors had completed my full-body scans and knew what procedures I was facing. Without my Road ID, the hospital would have had to wait for my insurance information, and there is no telling how long I would have been a "Jane Doe".
My Road ID spoke for me when I couldn't, and for that I am thankful.Update: I'm back riding again, up to 30 plus miles now...although slower than I'd like. It's been a long healing process. FYI, about 4 months after my accident, I stopped by the local fire station and met with one of my first responders to say thanks. He remembered my accident specifically because of my Road ID! You guys rock.
- Teresa .F from Phoenix, AZ