I'm no Arthur Kade...
... and for that, I'm thankful. Very, very thankful, since that means nobody I'm related to offers to perform abortions on co-workers.
But, like I'd mentioned the other day, I too have a story in the June issue of Philly Mag.
No, I didn't focus on my "enormous shoulders," my friend's just-plain-horrible cover band named MoFaux, the Kade Korner at Cosi, or the inevitability of me besting Christian Bale and Russell Crowe in an act-off.
Rather, I focused on, you know, getting run over by a car, put into a coma so my brain could get back to normal-size and struggling to learn to walk, think and talk again. Little stuff like that, not even comparable to what Kade's gone through, I'm sure. You can read the full story here. That picture up top? Ryan Donnell took it, among many great shots he got at the corner when I was mowed down on Nov. 28. His site's ryandonnell.com. With me (and my neat-o hair part) is the first person who made sure to help save my life.
College student Michael Freeman saw the taillights of a “dark sports car, navy blue or black.” When his pit bull, Candy, kept barking at the window, he went outside.
“I found you lying on your stomach, just moaning, bleeding,” says Freeman, who noticed 15 feet of skid marks and called 911.
I'll never be able to find the words to tell Michael and everybody else how thankful I am. Hope you enjoy the story. But don't worry, I know my voyage back from the brink of death in no way compares to "The Journey" Kade is on.