On May 19th, 2012 I suffered a motorcycle accident that should’ve killed me. I’ll spare you the gory details. Just know that by the time I got to Westchester Medical Center, I had only 15% of my body’s blood volume left. I would go through 11 hours of surgery, flatline twice, receive four blood transfusions, and remain in a partial coma for five days before I woke up and exclaimed, “Can a brotha get a cheeseburger and a Coke?!” Every year since, I’ve celebrated the day I woke up with a cheeseburger.
Years later I needed to fundraise to help pay for a new prosthetic and I was presented with an opportunity. I could race in the New York City Triathlon if I agreed to fundraise for an organization that provides financial support for people suffering from limb loss. With my help my team raised close to $20,000. I plan to spend every year that I’m able raising money for causes that put athletes with challenges in play.