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Do you remember where you were on March 23, 2003? I do. I was with friends riding my dirt bike in an isolated stretch of desert near Moab, Utah. As we came down a hill, I glanced to the side to see where my friends were. As I did, my front wheel dropped into a hole I hadn't seen. Before I knew what happened, I was thrown over the handle bars and onto the rocks. When I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital, a 34-year old quadriplegic. And I had a new life. |