June 11 was like any other day, so I woke up early, got my work out in, headed to office, and put in a long day. I was excited to be going home to have a late dinner and some wine with my best friend, when life changed. I was hit by a Mac truck on the way home and life as I knew it would never be the same. i know I am lucky that I was able to get out of the car but what was quickly mistaken as adrenaline, was what was one of the worst concussions doctors have seen in a long time. On top of the concussion I sustained a very serious tramautic brain injury that left me unable to speak and no mobility in my right arm. For awhile doctors had no idea what do to with me and and I remember thinking I am 29 years old and I will never be back to "normal" but being the way I am I knew that wasn't good enough. My parents and I worked to find the best neurologists and thankfully one was in our backyard in Philadelphia. I had to go into the hospital for awhile but they were able to restore my speech and the movement of my arm and start to control the unbearable headaches I had dealt with since the day after I woke up after the accident. He was a godsend. I had never heard of the giving keys until my friend gave me one for Christmas. I cried when I opened it because she had given me STRENGTH. The road to recovery has been a long and tough one but every time I see my key I am reminded of how far I've come and just how strong I really am. Everything is still day but day but I love my constant reminder to just keep going.