Thomas J Burbach fund
He is the father of twin boys, 7 years old, and also worked two jobs. I, as his older sister, am attempting to raise money for his considerable medical expenses and loss of income.
He is doing great! He has not been able to go back to work yet, but is working hard towards that goal. He still uses crutches but has begun putting weight on that injured leg, and he is in physical therapy several days a week. For those of you who know Tom as the athlete he is, he also pushes himself to the limit in physical endurance. I am so proud of how far he has come and of the way he has beaten the odds, but most of all, I deeply admire his positive attitude.
SO GOOD to see your smiling face!
I can't believe we've almost reached a $10,000 GOAL! ALL of you are SO incredible - thank you SO soo SOOooooo much for helping Tom and his family during their time of struggle and need. Goodness! Thank you!!
It's amazing to see the company's that have donated to him. Like the Bicycling Co. and AT&T. Wouldn't have expected that but all the more appreciated. So many anonymous and so many people donating in general. Holy cow guys - Almost to the goal. And in such a short time. What wonderful, beautiful people you all are!
Continued from post below: sk at hand in order to accomplish another of severely less importance. I have found myself looking up only to find that there something I'm about to hit, or even SOMEONE; yes I've had very close calls. I can only imagine that the next time I were to do something like that again, it could be my last.......and could ultimately end...in even his or her last breathe...... And after last night, everyone, I am so scared of driving, so scared of being the vehicle by which harm comes to others. Just because we as a society have treated the privilege as a chore, and do everything we can to take ourselves away from it, even though it's life critical and crucial that we give focus entirely to the road while were driving. This needs to change...I need to change. I'm telling you I'm going to make this change...I'm telling you, so you consider the weight of these seemingly small choices we make. I was witness to the disturbing consequences of neglecting attention where it is due. I don't even know the young man's name....I don't know whether or not he had family, I don't know which hospital he went to, or even if he survived the night. I dont know who that driver was, or where they are now, but I can imagine how much they are hurting. What I do know though, is that I'll be praying for both victims in this accident...and hoping that they find both find peace! And to the young man, if...for whatever reason someone knows him and reads this...I'd like him to know this.... I never though I'd meet a super hero in real life...you take great care Iron Man. We are pulling for you. I'm sorry you hurt, I'm very sorry you're hurt. But you are the real Iron Man, and you're gonna make it through this bud. Keep on fighting, sir! ~ Marshall Stewart
This as an account of the incident by Marhall Stewart, the gentleman who found Tom. Hey Everyone, I have something to share with you. WARNING: Visually and emotionally disturbing. Last night I was driving down to see a friend, when I spotted someone with their flashers on the side of the road. As i flew past i noticed something on the ground behind the lady's car. As I got out, I noticed a bicycle, blinking, and lying in the middle of the road, in front of this ladies car. What was it behind her? A kid, lying in the drain gutter, left to die on the side of the road... Someone, in all their devoted attention, managed to hit this kid riding his bike on the edge of the busy street. They drug him and his bike 40 feet, if where his first shoe landed was any indication. After he was let go, the bike and his other shoe were drug even further. The young man was lying in the gutter when I ran up, and dialed 911. This kid was conscious, but shaking and scared. He was bleeding everywhere, the woman was of no consolation to him. He lie there with what seemed like half his body down the drain, and the rest holding on to concrete trying to keep from falling in. His leg....his ankle....was severed... and hanging...from.... .. ... He wasn't crying, and he could still talk and make out what happened...but his spine was the one I was worried would give him problems, because he wouldn't stop moving... A lot of cars pulled up real quick, including a doctor, who guided me in how to help where I could. Him and i covered him up with what clothes we had in the car to keep him warm (just above the legs for some reason) I just bought a medkit and obviously had it handy for this predicament, but was told that the young man was too far beyond anything I could help him with. So the doctor and I just lied their with him and, kept him talking, and warm, and told him help was on their way. I mentioned Iron Man, the latest hit movie out, and told him he reminded me of him. Iron Man gets blown to bits, takes a beating, hurts in every way and still comes out in one piece in the end. This kid was lying their, falling to pieces, and bleeding out, God knows how much he was hurting and soooo scared...and he was still relatively calm. I know that if he would have screamed anymore than he did, I would not have been able to have been so close to console him. I let him grab my arm, and I told him if he felt any pain, to let it out on me. There was no reason he had to suffer alone, and all the people who stopped were here for him. He held onto me until we heard the sirens and saw the flashing lights. The doctor told him he was going to the hospital, and they were going to take the best care of him. I told him he's a champion, and to "keep on fightin', Iron Man." They asked us to stay to collect information, since this was no longer an accident, but a crime scene. I helped the officers and paramedics where I could, but aside from the blood stained sweater and the useless pile of medical supplies lying in the middle of the road next to the young man, I had absolutely nothing. To all my family and friends. THIS, is NOT a poem. This is not a WHAT IF, or Hypothetical I set up. I know I'm a veteran story-teller, but this is not fiction!! I barely made the conscious decision to pull over last night to aid in saving the life of a young man, who was on his bike, and due to a hit-and-run, left to die their on the side of road. I have been....absolutely, scarred by this...and I am still hurting after dwelling over it all night. My reasoning for telling you all this, is to naturally get if off my chest. It hurts just to keep it inside, for w/e reason. Also, to confess to you what I think may have gone wrong, and what I/we need to do about it. It is very possible, that someone was driving this night, while texting on their phone. As they were looking down, they ran into what they thought was the curb, only to hear continual skidding of metal on concrete. There's no way they couldn't have known what they'd hit - that they ran into someone! But when you do something like that, and you absolutely know you're in the wrong, and due to your purposeful lack of attention to the task in front of you, you bring someone to serious harm and potentially death...I can see why you'd be horrified and disgusted with yourself. So much so, that you don't even check to see if the man under your car is okay, or even alive.... Friend I know not what the driver actually did to this young man, but I do know that someone hit him and sped away. I was literally a few hundred feet away before it all happened - but I didn't even see it; sparks flying in the dark, and the kids bike, which had lights ALL over it, and whatever cars their at the time swerving to miss the incident...that I didn't see. All I know is this: I have found myself in positions while driving where I give the minimal attention needed to the ta