The next thing I can remember is lying on the ground in severe pain, unable to move. I hit my head pretty hard- it split my helmet- and I cried out for help. While I was seemingly in the middle of nowhere, a couple heard me, jumped into their small SUV and came to my rescue.
As I laid there on my side in agony, I told them to get my info off my Road ID. After phoning 911 they called my wife, who was just a little upset, to say the least.
The paramedics put me on a board, put a neck brace on me and transported me to the hospital. Thanks to my Road ID, they were able to verify my information on the way, and my wife arrived at the hospital shortly after me. I had a couple of suspected fractured ribs, lots of bruising and road rash.
My accident makes me realize that you never know what could happen around the next corner. I will ALWAYS wear my Road ID. It’s who I Am...Husband, Father, Air Traffic Controller, Triathlete.
- Paul .B from Milton, ON