My husband went to the store just five minutes from our home, a trip that usually takes no more than half an hour. When he was gone for over an hour and not answering his phone, I started to worry, especially knowing he was on his motorcycle. Suddenly, I received a call from an unknown number—it was an officer telling me my husband had been in an accident. She said he was 'okay,' but I needed to come to the scene to decide what to do with his bike. When I arrived, I was devastated by the sight of his motorcycle. I must have asked the officer a dozen times if she was sure he was okay, and she reassured me he was alert and oriented when he left in the ambulance.
I learned that he was driving through an intersection when a vehicle making a left turn ran the red light at a high speed and crashed directly into him. The driver didn’t even stop—they just fled the scene, leaving my husband in desperate need of help on the pavement. After handling what I could at the scene, I rushed to the hospital. My husband never complains about pain—he’s always been strong and independent—so seeing him in so much pain broke my heart. When I walked into his hospital room, I barely recognized him, not because his features had changed, but because his spirit was so shaken.
He suffered a broken humerus, two breaks in his femur, a compound fracture in his tibia and fibula, a dislocated ankle with several broken bones, and a shattered heel on his left side. On his right, he has several broken ribs and a broken thumb, along with extensive road rash. He’s already undergone a seven-hour surgery and will need several more.
We are now facing a new normal that includes chronic pain, intense rehabilitation, and the loss of income. My husband’s job doesn’t offer PTO or vacation time, and he is our sole provider. With no income, we are struggling to cover urgent out-of-pocket medical expenses, physical therapy, and everyday bills. Asking for help is difficult, but I know I cannot do this alone. Your generosity means the world to us, and we appreciate anything you can spare to help us through this challenging time. Thank you, The Sarver's.
I learned that he was driving through an intersection when a vehicle making a left turn ran the red light at a high speed and crashed directly into him. The driver didn’t even stop—they just fled the scene, leaving my husband in desperate need of help on the pavement. After handling what I could at the scene, I rushed to the hospital. My husband never complains about pain—he’s always been strong and independent—so seeing him in so much pain broke my heart. When I walked into his hospital room, I barely recognized him, not because his features had changed, but because his spirit was so shaken.
He suffered a broken humerus, two breaks in his femur, a compound fracture in his tibia and fibula, a dislocated ankle with several broken bones, and a shattered heel on his left side. On his right, he has several broken ribs and a broken thumb, along with extensive road rash. He’s already undergone a seven-hour surgery and will need several more.
We are now facing a new normal that includes chronic pain, intense rehabilitation, and the loss of income. My husband’s job doesn’t offer PTO or vacation time, and he is our sole provider. With no income, we are struggling to cover urgent out-of-pocket medical expenses, physical therapy, and everyday bills. Asking for help is difficult, but I know I cannot do this alone. Your generosity means the world to us, and we appreciate anything you can spare to help us through this challenging time. Thank you, The Sarver's.