So here I am trying to utilize a GoFundMe to help my situation because my situation is not good by any means. The night of the accident, I was coming home from dialysis. It was about 8:45 or 9:00. I wasn't speeding, I don't drink, and I don't use any drugs. I had the windows down; it was a nice, cool evening. My two sons were with Mrs. Christy Hunt. She had picked them up Friday afternoon, and they were going to stay with her until after Sunday School on Sunday. So, I had a nice, relaxing evening by myself, and I was headed home, about 5 minutes from home. I was going through Roderfield, a lot of tight curves. I remember the happiness in the cool breeze and the windows down as I rounded that first initial big turn and rolled into many small ones. I was relaxed. As I came around one of the tight turns, it was dark out, and there were no lights on in front of me. My lights were on, and right in front of me was an ATV side-by-side making a U-turn in the worst possible spot, right in the middle of the road. He could have done that further up, he could have done that a little bit behind, or he could have gone to a parking lot or driveway. This driver of that ATV had no lights on and was in the apex of their U-turn. I had about one second since I saw it to do something, and I looked at it and thought, 'Kids, who would be stupid enough to make a U-turn in the middle of a dark road right after a tight turn? Got to be kids.' I took a deep breath and looked to my right, and about 20 feet down was the Tug River with lots of rocks. I thought if I go down there, maybe nobody will get me out in time, and the car flips, and I drown. I looked to the left of me, right on the other side of oncoming traffic, was a huge rock wall, solid as can be. I took a breath, slammed on my brakes, and turned my steering wheel to the left as hard as I could. I tried to spin my car and hit the back end of it on the rock wall, but I had brand new tires on my Camaro, and they hooked, and I wound up going headfirst into the rock wall. I woke up in the backseat; my head was gushing blood from an artery that was cut. It was shooting out, and I couldn't move too well, let alone breathe. But it felt like a second or two, and there was a gentleman there, and I could smell alcohol on him, and he was holding my head, keeping the blood from shooting across. I couldn't see anything because there was so much blood. Within a matter of minutes, it seemed like there were a hundred people there, and they had to use the jaws of life to get me out, to put me on the board, and it was excruciating. They brought me to Welch Hospital. When I got to Welch Hospital, a state trooper asked me if I'd been drinking, asked me if I was on any drugs, and I said I would take any test he had as I'm trying to get on the transplant list to be here for my baby boys. He made me do the finger thing; I followed it, and he looked at me and said, 'Mr. Metro, you're okay. I'm so sorry this happened to you,' and he said he had the ATV driver's information when I needed it. I don't know where it is; I guess it's with the state troopers, and I got to call them. At that point, they gave me some morphine, and they put me in the helicopter and flew me from Welch Hospital to Charleston Medical Center, as it's a trauma center. Once I got here, they did another MRI, and three neurosurgeons took a day to look at it, and they said they do not want to cut me open as my spinal cord is wrapped all up in a bunch of fractured and broken neck vertebrae, and they scared the hell out of me. They said I could be in a wheelchair if they accidentally messed up even slightly. So, what they want to do is leave me in the neck brace for as long as possible and let it heal like that. I may have a crooked neck from now on, but at least I won't be in a wheelchair. So, lots of pain medication, lots of miserable moments. I have no idea how long I'll be here. My car's totaled, I miss my sons, and I found out this morning my dog got hit by a car because the fence was chewed open. It's just one thing after another. I could tell a few more things, but I'm miserable. I'm in so much pain; I've never felt like this before. I miss my babies, and I'm happy they're safe with Miss Christy Hunt. My insurance has already told me that they're not going to cover the helicopter ride and probably the rest of the hospital stay because it was a one-vehicle accident, and the only reason it's that is because I thought the ATV probably had kids in it, and I turned into the wall at 45 miles an hour. So, I'm just big screwed in every facet. I'm probably going to have to sue this guy that was driving the ATV and making the U-turn without any lights on.

I'm genuinely begging for some help, and I don't do that. It's not my place really, but this is going to take a long time between therapy and just trying to get better, all the while being the daddy to little boys. Those little boys are just about everything. I really need help. Thank you for reading.