
A woman, walking the beach, found me unconscious, and I was taken to the hospital as a Jane Doe. I was given 0% chance of survival. Ironically, one of the firemen at the hospital recognized me from passing the station every day with my dogs. Now I was someone, and my family was immediately contacted.
Obviously, I survived and eventually returned to my athletic endeavors. I have stuck with the treatment for my disease, and I have chosen to make life a priority. Now, as I was head out to the woods for a run, I wear my Road ID. It is telling those who care about me that I want to live. I believe that every athlete, everyone who puts one on, shows that they have made that choice.
I can see and feel my Road ID around my wrist, reminding me how my life has changed.
Thank you, Road ID.
- Christine .C from Evanston, IL