“I grew up building race cars in Eight Mile. I was a shipfitter at Austal making 20 bucks an hour and doing well. I bought a motorcycle so I could park up front at work and wouldn’t have to walk so far. It was a 750 Shadow and it was fine. I had it for three weeks before the wreck. Through my rearview mirror, I saw the girl behind me texting. I even tried to wave and get her attention but there was nothing I could do. There was a truck in front of me, a 12- foot-ditch beside me, and cars coming the other way. It was either hit the truck or the ditch so I put the motorcycle in neutral and aimed for the ditch. I grabbed the inside so I wouldn’t gas it and held on. She hit me and I don’t remember what happened after that. They say the motorcycle flipped end over end and I was stuck on it. It broke my back. It herniated number six, broke T-5 and 9 through 12, and a rib. I lost fifty percent of my grip and I can’t go back to work. My wife got a job and I do her things at the house and do more to take care of our kids. I do odd jobs when I get a chance and play guitar at church. Five years after the wreck, I am still in pain. I have been turned down for disability and I am waiting on the time to appeal. I don’t have money, can’t get a job, and still have to go to the doctor and pay the bills. But there are also many ways that God is providing and using me.
I knew Sammy from our church. I have a shop at my house and God told me I was going to help Sammy with his food truck. I didn’t have anything else to and being around Sammy is so much better than moping around. We parked Sammy’s truck at my house. I would Sammy up and we would work on it eight hours a day. I ran the cable, did the Silicone, and helped run out the wasps. Sammy prayed over me each day and I am glad my kids got to know him. He shares food with my family when he has a little more. Sammy helps me as much as I help him.”