 My dad had served in the military, in the Navy actually, so it felt like a good opportunity to get away, start a new life, do something new. I worked with the helicopter squadron, the HSC-8 ballers down in San Diego, and I was given the opportunity to fly off two days early before they pulled into the fort. I had been out to sea for a couple of months and I was absolutely, I'll head home a couple of days. Called one of my buddies up and we went out riding. I wind up coming off the freeway, I'm stopped at a light, literally the next stop light is my destination. Me and my buddy take off and the car decides to pull out after he passes. I lock up my brakes, come around, wind up putting myself into a curb and it launches my body off the bike and I actually wound up hitting my pelvis on the light pole. Toward all my ligaments in my knee, my kneecap pretty much exploded. My pelvis opened up, shifted and shattered and I had my pelvis protruding from my stomach. I was in a coma for the next couple months, induced. They told me I'd never walk again. For the first couple of years it was just, when I went to physical therapy, I just had them teach me how to live day to day in a wheelchair. My older brother Chris started getting me into the gym. I mean I'd gone down, my weight had gone up. I noticed that you know my leg was a lot stronger. Out of the blue, I mean just this random retired master chief calls me says, hey are you interested in adaptive sports? I was like, why not? I wind up making every sport event I try out for and you never know what you're good at. You never know what you can do unless if you step out.