A True Survival Story Still Unfolding

 I wasn’t supposed to survive.

Three friends.
One accident.
Two funerals.

I woke up months later in a hospital bed…
with no memory of what happened.

But that was only the beginning.

What followed took me from my hometown to Los Angeles…
sleeping alone in LAX airport…
and crossing into Mexico by mistake without a passport.

Some chapters are too personal to publish publicly.

They are only shared with the email list.