That Friday night, we all waited in the waiting room. Mom, me and my 4 sisters and brother. After what seemed like forever, I remember the doctor came out and told us that Dads back was broken and he said Dad would be paralyzed from the waist down. They were flying him to St. Michael´s hospital in Toronto. Even now, everything is so blurry… we were all in shock. But thankful that he was alive. The doctor said we were lucky he was alive. They had to use the Jaws of Life to get him out of the delivery truck he was driving for the lumber company he worked for. So many years later, and the sound of ambulances brings me right back to the night of June 26, 1981.