Risk Management Magazine

Everything was going great. My wife and I were excited our eldest daughter and her husband traveled from Oklahoma for a visit. After enjoying my wife’s delicious cooking during the week, they wanted to do something special and prepare a meal for us.

When I opened my eyes, I was staring at a spiral-shaped crack in my windshield roughly the size of my forehead, a large chunk of my hair dangling from the center.

The rider stopped his motorcycle to render honors to the flag in front of 1st Armored Division Headquarters. The military police had halted all traffic, as the flag was to be lowered in just a few seconds. Then, the unthinkable happened — an inattentive driver plowed into the rider at 40 mph.