On the 2nd of November 2001 I was setting in my car at a stop sign waiting to pull out into traffic aboard Marine Corps Base Camp Lejeune. A young Marine who had just gotten off duty fell asleep at the wheel and veered over hitting me in the drivers side of my car at approximately 45 M.P.H. His vehicle slammed into the drivers side of my car without attempting to stop. I was driving a 1998 Pontiac Grand Prix and needless to say the crumple zone on this vehicle obviously wasn't on the sides. I remember getting injured and also feeling that I knew that I was dead, I had to decide did I want to lay there and die or did I want to try and crawl out of my car and die. I removed my seatbelt and attempted to exit the vehicle, but the massive damage would not allow me to exit, let alone barely move. After lengthy extrication I was removed from the remains of my vehicle, taken to the Naval Hospital aboard Camp Lejeune where I underwent triage to determine the extent of my injuries and call for Life Flight. I was then flown via Life Flight aircraft to Pitt Memorial Hospital in Greenville, NC to undergo extensive evaluation and treatment in the hospital trauma center. It was determined that I had suffered a fractured skull to include bruising and bleeding of the brain on both sides, a broken neck, broken clavicle, punctured and collapsed lung five breaks in his pelvis and a lacerated spleen which had to be removed in an attempt to save my life. I returned to Camp Lejeune around the first of December for a month before going to McGuire VA Hospital in Richmond, VA as an inpatient. I credit God for giving me another chance, my family for supporting me, as well as the United States Marine Corps. I couldn't have survived without God looking out for me, and my families' love and support and also knowing that they were taken care of while I was hurt for Marines take care of Marines. I am not looking for preferential treatment, pity or recognition. This could have happened to anyone, but very few would have survived. I am just thankful that I live to fight another day. I am pleased to be back at work learning to deal with my TBI and the challenges that it poses each day. Semper Fidelis.