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How I lost 2 Best Friends in One Moment

Keith again. Back with more of my story. I hope I left a good enough cliff hanger to keep people coming back.

Alright, here it is. The end of my baseball career before it ever even started.

We got in a car accident, my dad and me. We were driving home one night, and a semi-truck came out of nowhere and t-boned us. You probably can guess where this story is going. My dad died on impact. I didn’t know it at the time of course, but he died right away and felt no pain.

That didn’t happen to me.

The car rolled about four or five times across the highway and skidded off into a ditch. I don’t remember much that I saw, it was more the sensation. The squeal of tires, the smell of hot rubber and tar. The salt of the road and the crisp winter air.

The impact shook me to my core like I was a ragdoll and everything inside was all jumbled up. Lights and colors swirled and as we rolled it was sky ground until we settled.

My dad was slumped in the driver’s seat, and then I knew he was gone. I don’t know how I knew, he could have been unconscious, but I knew he was dead.

I lost my dad that night, my biggest supporter and my best friend. That would have been bad enough, but I also lost everything else, so there was nothing else to support or distract me.

My left leg was crushed, bones fractured and broken. I don’t even know how they managed to save the leg, but it was hit or missed. I have pins in both my ankle and my knee, and the scar tissue is magnificent. I was never going to run again.

I couldn’t even go out in a blaze of glory with some type of baseball-related injury. No, something unrelated happened. Destiny crashed through the car window and ripped my life right out of my hands. It was terrible.

It shouldn’t be a surprise that I was depressed almost immediately. My father was gone, and so was baseball, my two best friends. Depression and I grew close. My mom tried, but she didn’t know what to do there was no precedent for this. Both our lives had been destroyed.

Depression is hard enough to handle on its own, but soon I had another devil on my back.

I guess I’ll save that for the next blog guys.