All Garrett Ebling wanted was his life back.
He lay in a Minneapolis hospital, wires holding his mouth shut, his right eye swollen shut. Tubes protruded from his stomach and neck. Casts immobilized his feet. Straps kept his arms at his side. The shattered bones in his face were the worst the doctors had ever seen.
He remembered leaving a company picnic in St. Paul late in the afternoon of Aug. 1. He had proposed to his girlfriend days earlier, and she'd said yes. His life was taking a new direction.
On the drive home, the taillights in front of him suddenly fell, then he felt weightless. He understood right away what was happening.
When he came out of sedation, it was Aug. 19. He didn't realize how badly he'd been hurt.
Doctors assured him he would be OK, eventually.
Broken bones. Six weeks, he assumed, and I'll be back to normal.
A year later, he wonders if he will ever know normal again.