October 2, 1997 was a Thursday.  However, I was off that day.  I worked for the time as a paralegal for  Jewish law firm and they closed the office for a religious holiday.  I was happy to have the day off since I was stressed out getting ready for the LSAT, the entrance test to law school.  I was slated to take the test just two days later on Saturday October 4.  I took it easy that morning and went to the beach that afternoon, enjoying a swim as it was still warm where I am.  I was on the way home and suddenly looked at the gas tank and realized I needed to fill up.  I was getting set to turn left to the gas station that was only a mile or so from the house. 

            In this paragraph, I can only state from the physical evidence and what was told me.  I remember none of it.  I can only assume that I had some sort of amnesia because of  the head trauma.  In turning left, there was a Mack truck in the right lane that slightly ahead of (and blocking from my view) a small truck behind in the left lane.  I turned and smashed right into that small truck; I don’t know if the truck slowed or stopped.  I spun around into the street where I was trying to turn into; I hit another semi-truck that was on the side street.   I do not remember being in any pain, but I was very weak.  However, about 10 seconds after the collision, I remember seeing a woman in a medic type uniform hustling out of her car about one hundred yards away sprinting toward me.  I think I allowed myself to pass out knowing that I would be all right.

            I was completely blacked out for approximately the next three to four hours.  When I woke up again, I was in my room in the hospital.  My sisters and mother were there.  (There was also a cop there who was waiting for me to wake up to give me a damn ticket for the collision.)  I was very grateful to be alive and not seriously hurt and safe.  I had a bad concussion and my head hurt, but I was lucid and somewhat alert.