I was involved in a bad motorcycle wreck; to make a long story short I woke from my medically induced coma approximately 10 days after being admitted. I had a number of injuries - compound fractures, broken back, and intestinal damage to name a few. This event was very difficult for me. When I woke up, I did not want to live. I asked God why did he allow me to live while others got to die. Robert picked up on this and every morning he would come in and give me a pep talk. It doesn't sound like much, but it meant the world to me and as I type this a little over a year later, I cry thinking back on it. Robert saved me from myself and motivated me to kick my recovery’s ass.

On the days he was not there or my assigned nurse I remembered his daily pep-talks and that energy that was created by them would make me want to fight. After 3 weeks in ICU, I was transferred to TIRR. It was bittersweet because I knew the ICU team and just like any change/fear of the unknown it was uncomfortable for the transition to TIRR.

One morning the staff came in to tell me I had a visitor. That visitor was Robert. I cried tears of happiness getting to see him again. I find it so strange that after spending only 6 weeks at the hospital the people that really made an impact in my care have stuck in the back of my mind like cheerleaders (a form of motivation) when I don't want to keep pushing forward due to pain, exhaustion, etc... this means so much to me. I wish I could hug them all and show them how well I have recovered today BUT Robert Cain is what I call my saving grace. The surgeons were of course great for what they did, but Robert saved me from me.