Hal Goldblatt

Friday night, November 25, 2022, I was walking home from the nearby synagogue. There is one larger street that I cross on my way home, and there is a crosswalk on that street. A crosswalk I was instrumental in getting placed and often crossed with pride in the safety and care of my community.

As I approached the street, I looked both ways, as I always do when I saw there were no cars coming, I began to cross the street. I was mere feet from the sidewalk when a car turned onto the street. The driver was allegedly speeding and told police he had looked down to adjust the heat in the car.

I don’t remember any of this. I was told later by witnesses and the police report that I flew 79 feet in the air. I was told I shattered the car’s windshield and my diabetes medical bracelet and watch flew off my wrist. I was told, eventually, I landed behind his car, broken and unconscious.  In total, I broke 13 bones, including bones in both legs, both arms, my spine, my skull and my ribs.