About Me
Life Passions & Interests
My greatest passions are natural healing and alpine skiing. Every winter I participate on a giant slalom racing league, and I'm a volunteer ski patroller.
Other interests and activities I enjoy include
- Inline skating
- Disc golf
- Hiking
- Photography – mostly nature photos while hiking
- Climbing – at indoor climbing walls
- Maintaining updated knowledge of easy and effective ways to become and stay healthy
The story of my life is definitely unique and inspiring. Many friends have said they really like reading this story over and over again. In February 2002 I was in the best physical shape of my life. I was very active in alpine skiing, and at that time was enjoying the best ski racing season ever.
One night I lost control while skiing too close to the edge of a trail. The trail had some trees and bushes on the left side. Plus there is a water pipe running up that trail which is supported with wood posts. That night temperatures were in the lower 20’s with wind chills in the teens. It was a great night for skiing especially after getting fresh snow the previous two days.
Initially I lost balance when the edge of my ski hit a wood post. Having years of experience on the slopes I automatically remained calm. Twice I tried hard to throw my body to the right to get back onto the open part of the trail. Both attempts were unsuccessful. It was very strange. I wondered why I wasn’t safely lying on the snow. Throwing all my weight down towards the open trail should have gotten me safely onto the ground. Later on I discovered the reason why those two attempts were unsuccessful. It was because at that point both of my skis were literally cutting through the next wood post. At that time the wood posts were approximately five inches wide (or possibly a little bigger).
My feet were still inside the bindings on my skis which explains why throwing my weight to the right did not work. The skis flew off my feet and torpedoed through the air after breaking the wood post. As I continued sliding down the edge of the trail I noticed I was gaining speed. At one point I clearly remember looking up towards the sky at an angle to see both my skis in midair. They were like rockets flying so high and fast. Immediately I thought “wow how did my skis get that high.” They had to be at least a dozen feet up in the air. Luckily no one else was around when the skis finally came back down to earth.
Next I remember sliding underneath the water pipe. My eyes were now scanning the narrowing bushes and trees downhill from where I was currently sliding. My mind quickly searched for ideas of how I could possibly get out of this situation. I was an advanced level skier, but even an expert couldn’t have gotten out of that situation.
Finally I had about a full second’s notice to realize how this was going to end. While traveling approximately 20 to 25 miles per hour I saw that I was inevitably headed towards a wood post, and knew what part of my body would collide with the object. Crazily, my mind thought “at least my legs aren’t going to hit the post.” At that moment I did not want to break my legs so I could continue skiing.
I stopped sliding when my upper abdominal area slammed into a big wood post (about five inches wide). The impact was so hard that the force wrapped my body around the post like a rag doll. I clearly remember my entire body rebounding back to the other side of the post. Immediately upon impact my liver split open (laceration was over 18 cm long, and later developed a blood clot on the liver). In addition to internal bleeding, I also had a bruised spleen, partially collapsed lung, and torn cartilage in one shoulder.
The only piece of equipment I did not lose during the long fall was one pole. The pole strap got stuck around my wrist, drug on the ground, and pulled my arm which caused the shoulder injury. Even today I’m still amazed by how calm I remained during the entire slide downhill. According to a satellite map, the straight line distance I traveled during the fall was between 300 and 350 feet (both skis flew considerably farther; at least another hundred feet).
There was no one else around on that trail when I had the skiing accident. No one saw what happened. I knew I had to scream for help despite the intense pain. Shock set in quickly, and breathing was extremely difficult. I looked back uphill and noticed the broken post a little way down from where I first lost control. I knew it was vital to keep reminding myself that I had to tell the ski patrol about the broken post.
While laying alone on the cold snow my intuition told me that I had internal bleeding. But at the same time I knew I would be okay. It was a little scary with no one else around except for God and angels. Not knowing how long I would have to wait for someone to find me was difficult to think about.
The pain was so extremely excruciating and extremely intense that I literally had to live just one second at a time. There really was no other way to live. Thinking ahead only ten seconds into the future was too overwhelming with the horrendous pain. Medically I was dying, but knew I would survive.
About 20 to 30 seconds after hitting the post I saw a familiar person skiing down. A grandpa who was a chaperon for one of the school groups stopped to help me. He picked up my glove and put it back on my freezing hand. Before he could leave to go get the ski patrol, a patroller was skiing down and stopped by the chaperon. Now that help arrived I could concentrate on continuing to live one second at a time, breathing, and informing the ski patrol about what happened.
John A. is the ski patroller who played a tremendously huge part in saving my life. With him there I felt reassured that I really would be okay. He stayed by my side the entire time. He was the one who discovered I had internal bleeding. He got me the medical help I desperately needed. And he will always hold a special place deep inside the middle of my heart forever.
When I arrived at the hospital all I wanted was for some of the pain to go away, but it did not lessen until after a week. Even now using words like extreme, severe, excruciating, intense, and horrible to describe the pain seems like those words are not even close to being strong enough words. Maybe this will be a better comparison. I have never had a broken bone, but have had torn ligaments (slipped out of a tree a few years before the skiing accident—I still enjoy climbing trees occasionally). The pain of internal bleeding was more than a trillion times worse than experiencing torn ligaments in my ankle.
At a follow-up doctor’s appointment three months after the accident I was told a fact that had previously been withheld from me. Doctors said there is no medical reason why I survived. Internal bleeding like I had is so horrible that I understand why all the medical books say it ends people’s lives. I will never forget having to literally live one second of my life at a time.
The constant pain from a lacerated liver lasted for 6 full months. Then I was able to get through 10 seconds, 20 seconds, 30 seconds, 1 minute, 5 minutes, and eventually 10 minutes of being pain-free as long as my body remained completely still. It took two years before I could get through a full day feeling okay with the lingering on and off pain.
Five years after the accident I thought it was impossible to make a complete recovery. In January 2007 a good friend introduced us to the power of adult stem cells, the body’s natural system of renewal. I checked out the world’s first stem cell enhancer and decided to give it a try. There was nothing to lose by trying it. After only a few months of taking the stem cell enhancer I became healthier than what I previously thought was possible. It greatly assisted me in getting back my life; an improved and good life where I can fully enjoy everything.
If you are interested, yes I am still alpine skiing at the advanced level. I absolutely love the sport and enjoy ski racing for fun every winter. It’s amazing how much my life has improved since the traumatic event changed my life forever. I still have a scar on my liver, but truly love that scar. It makes me unique, and is a reminder of how precious and delicate life really is. It’s what we choose to do with our lives now in the current moment that matters the most now and in the future.
I know some of the reasons why God created a miracle to save my life. Now I’m dedicated to helping others become healthier and maintain optimal health throughout their lives. I was not fully healed until after learning and applying natural healing techniques into my life. Long-lasting pain will always attempt to ruin people’s lives, but there are simple ways to get back your life.
After reading my story, I hope you will be inspired enough to make positive changes in your daily life. Having good health is tremendously important. Without it life cannot be fully enjoyed. Good luck on your life journey. I wish you great health and much happiness.
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