
My Road ID was initially ordered to be my “voice” while I was doing my long training rides and runsfor Ironman Canada. Unbeknownst to me at the time, the Road ID would speak for me the day I collapsed in the middle of placing a 911 call. The EMS knew who I was once they saw the information on my Ankle ID, which I wear anytime I'm out of the house. Through the brain fog and the strangely serene feeling of drifting away from the pain and commotion, I felt 100% secure knowing I had felt their hands on my Ankle ID and heard them reading it. After that, I let go. I woke up hours later in ER.
Although I am much better now, my Road ID is there with my clothes every morning -- it's just part of what I wear. It did much more than save my life -- it let me know I was in good hands in a time when life hung in the balance.
And I am still in good hands with Road ID!
- Ann .P from Burnaby, BC