My name is Missi,four years ago my son Joe was hit while ridding a bike in South Georgia.My son was visiting my relatives on my Moms side of the family.Joe was 14 years old at this time,he decided to take a bike ride to see a friend who lived down the road,these are country roads,and that is my guess as to why my Uncle didn't make him wear a helmet,a church bus was coming back from an outing,in the opposite direction.The lady ran over my son from behind and he had aspirated his recently eaten food.My son was transported to the hospital via ambulance,then by helicopter.My son died three times on the way to the hospital,each time they brought him back.I was home in Florida when my Uncle called me and told me that my son was dying in the hospital,I needed to get there a soon as possible.I got there and the doctors told me to prepare for my sons death and what did I want to do about him being an organ donor.The doctor asked me to sign a do not resuscitate form.I thought I was going to die myself.I prayed really hard and then asked to see my son,I went to look at my son,with all of those needles every where,an I.C.P. drip was put in to relieve some of the pressure from his brain.I went to the nearest mall and bought my son a new pair of shoes and some pajamas,I asked the nurses if I could put them on for awhile every day.My son was in the coma for three and a half months,from there we went to Atlanta for rehab,that was the hardest thing I had ever say my son go through in his life.We came home after 4 months there and another rehab in Jacksonville,Florida we were there another four months,and finally we came home,my son was still in a wheelchair.Now my son is getting ready to graduate this year,he is getting his license to drive and may even be able to work part time.My son has been so much and I am very proud of him,he is my hero.Thank you,Missi.
