I remember the day just as clearly as it was yesterday.  I got a call well after midnight that my father had been a terrible car accident and they were not sure that he was going to make it through the night.  I caught the next flight out of there and they made it to the hospital before breakfast the next day.

I’ve always known that my dad was a fighter but I never really knew how much he had in him until I saw the drastic recovery he was making, that he was never expected to make.  I knew it was a long road ahead and I went home, but all of my stuff in self storage Philadelphia, rented out my apartment and made the trip back to dad knowing that I would be with him for as long as he needed me.

It was a really long year of doctors appointments and physiotherapy, but as I said before, his recovery was remarkable.  He made a full recovery and it was the day that I knew that my dad was much more than just a fighter; that he was invincible.