 As soon as I woke up, I knew that my left foot wasn't over yet because I had seen guys who had already overcome these injuries. February 3rd, 2011, we were responding to an ID call and I stepped on the secondary. I washed both legs above the knee, right arm above the elbow and mangled my left hand. Normally when I'm on the bike, I'm not thinking about what I can't do. I'm thinking about how I can do what I'm doing at that moment better. Anger and depression, whatever else you deal with during the day, I put it down through the wheels on the bike. Whatever bright things that you might be able to do in the future, you just keep those in your mind and just keep pushing toward them. And eventually they get to them. When I'm done with the ride, I realize I did something bad ass and that makes me proud of it.