Nine hours later, my co-workers found me at the hospital and recognized that I could communicate by blinking my eyes (something the ER staff did not notice.) They wrote numbers on a piece of paper and I blinked my eyes when they pointed to the numbers that created my family's phone number.
As a healthy person, I felt that emergencies would not happen to me. I was wrong. During my recovery I learned a lot about the fragility of life and about the importance of personal identification. As I continue to grow and change, I will never, ever leave home without ID. I am now aware of the unpredictable nature of life.
- Kiya .S from Naples, FL