Kristen's Crash relief (read story)

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Raised by 165 people in 12 months
“Human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable... Every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals.”

― Martin Luther King Jr.

I have tossed and turned about this……...

And have a serious concern.

……………………….It happened so fast……...my mind quickly filled with questions expressing intense dismay.

Was she too distracted by the light of her presumably grandchild's eyes in the back seat to see the lights in front of her turn red?

Was she too weathered from her 80 + years of life to see all the beautiful bright colors I had worn that day?

Should I have looked closer to the other side of the street instead of looking forward?

But really?
A u-turn at a red light?

How could I have known?!

Does she not know that I was once a child with a smile, so bright?

“This is not fair!…………...How could this happen?....to me.”

Helmet cracked, the blood dripping down my face…..

In anger and rage I reacted as YOU probably would have.

I threw the helmet into the ground so hard it broke into two pieces.

I saw red. I felt dizzy. Is my bike ok? Where is this blood coming from?

She got out of the car with fear in her eyes

It was a fear most of us will NEVER know.

My jaw dropped, shocked by who was before me.

A feeble, vulnerable, older woman.

She dropped to her knees in front of me.

With a shriek and tears in her eyes she began crying out in a way that will haunt me for the rest of my days.


And what was in her shaking hands?

An expired green card.

There were witnesses who were heading our direction with phones at the ready….calling for her families destruction unknowingly.

I did what I had to.
What was needed.

Because NO person should be begging for their life and family...to me!

This is not fair.
This is not right.

Spilling blood all over her yellow lacy dress, I grabbed her hand and pulled her off the ground.
Quickly helped her to car, turned her ignition key, gave her a kiss on her hand.

And as she drove away.
I cried harder than I ever had before.

The pain and blood (.... and evidently mild concussion) was not the reason for my tears.

I am a bicycle safety advocate, head community organizer for “ghost bikes chicago” (a comunity driven organization which installs, and maintains those white bicycles at the intersection where cyclist have been involved in a crash resulting in the loss of their lives), an “active transportation alliance ambassador”, a regular volunteer for “chicago family biking” and dare I say the obvious??  

A die hard believer in cyclist justice to the fullest extent of the law.

This is one of my biggest passions.

But alas, here I am being silenced for something I have worked tirelessly to prevent, through education, advocacy and 100’s of hours volunteering.

My silence became my only weapon against a much bigger war of invisible borders carried out and perpetuated, by our careless world leaders. 

So with no police report comes….no legal recourse.
No financial assistance.
No insurance to cover these medical bills or even some missed work.

So I humbly ask for your help.

Donate if you wish to.

But please I beg you watch out for each other.
And as always.


++I will be updating with images of bills (once edited for privacy) AS THEY COME THROUGH because transparency is clutch!++

Any additional funds raised will be donated equally between the following organizations:

1. Chicago Family Biking
2. Active Transportaion Alliance
3. Illinois coalition for immigrant and refuge rights. 

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Welp No cycling for me for the next 6 weeks.....
Finger fractured, but spirit remains.
Stronger than I was before.


121 N LaSalle
2:30 PM
ROOM 1103

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Healing has not gone as planned.
Had a complication that has come up, went back to doctor a few days ago and I am currently waiting for results. In an effort to not gross people out let's just say....blood came from a place it shouldn't due to an infection in my small intestine that wasn't there before the crash, I had noticed bruising /swelling on my pelvic area/side and really thought nothing of it. I mean come on! Am I gonna go to a doctor for every single boo-boo? I had bruises all over the place, but when the pain did not stop and bleeding started I knew something was up. Hemmoroids were ruled out. Food poisoning ruled out. So tests and MRI ordered. I await results and hope surgery is not needed. I hope for the best here as pain seems to be going away with the antibiotics and laxatives.
My ring finger on my right hand currently is in splint after examination, not much else they can do beyond look at an x-ray and tell me "Yup, keep that splint on".
My face is looking great some scaring but nothing to horrible, some sensitivity where the stiches we're placed on my chin. So that good news!
I have had friends and family ask repeatedly "Do I feel ok?"
Short answer
"I will be fine"
Long answer:
I have been harassed, ridiculed, and threatened by many people over this go fund me account. That hurt. How could people be so cruel to threaten my family or me? What did I do that was so wrong? Have a heart? Pay attention to news reports? Seek help when it was needed?
But I can't let them get me down.
I just have to remind myself they are hurting too. They feel just as disenfranchised, forgotten, and hurt from the government's failures as I do. AND THATS OK.
I have not been able to ride my bike, have had to take ride shares to my job (start at 5 am cta unavailable) which has given me an opportunity to talk to individual drivers about what we as cyclists could do better, and giving me a chance to explain the Dutch reach/bike lane/ misc laws to the them. Directly. I am SHOCKED at how misinformed most of them were! So I am making the most of the time...but mannnn I really miss riding.

(Oh btw skeptics, here's a bunch of paperwork from the original hospital trip, the two clinics (because they have less costs than a er) and also the separate imaging facility where I get X-rays. ****Got ya****
When I get final billing all figured out/RECIEVED I will update this account. With every cost broken down (and clear pictures of bills) because I CHOOSE TO, WHEN I STARTED THIS, TO BE OPEN AND HONEST. )

I love you all and thank you so much for helping me through what is a very difficult situation that I would not wish upon even my worst enemy (not that I have any but judging by the hate mail, I guess I do now)

You ALL keep me going.


PS wrote this on phone forgive typos and grammer
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It took me a week or so before I started this go fund me account.

It took two days to reach my intial goal of 5,000.

I raised the goal today to keep the fundraising going as I am still unsure of final billing costs, as these things take time to process, however as of 8/10 I have not received the final bill in mail.
I will be applying for a charitable exception / discount from the hospital in hopes to keep the costs low.

After all is said and done I anticipate I will have raised far more than I personally will need.

So all additional funds will be split between organizations that will directly influence what happened here in Chicago that day.

Due to the nature of what you have read here I will not be releasing exact location or time of the crash to any media for fear of incriminating the woman in question. Probably just me being overly paranoid but still... *Red light cameras retain info*

As for me, my facial healing has gone well, I got the stitches removed.
my hands hurt and I have a finger that just doesn't seem to want to be straight or useful when bent....so gripping is hard, If this doesn't get better within the next week I will set another appointment to figure out what's going on with it. However thanks to time, Epsom salt, Ibuprofen, a hospital and a immediate Care clinic I don't outwardly look like a beat up hot mess.
Now mentally....well that is another story. I am actually a bit overwhelmed.

We have had a terrible crash happen in Chicago that resulted in a mother being killed by a large dump truck. She was 39 years old. I am angry. I am confused. I am sad.... and now...... more motivated than ever to stop this senseless vehicular violence.
What if it was you or someone you loved? What would you do?

Let's do this.

I wish to ask all of you to join me with helmets on for a silent protest.

Wednesday, September 12
City Hall
Room 1103
2:30 pm.

Let's show the mayor how we feel.
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