Risk Management Magazine

How fun is it to be in your bed, injured, on your 21st birthday? That's what happened to the author when he had a dirt bike accident on June 22, 2010.

Dumbfounded, I stood on the racquetball court, trying to stop the blood flowing down my cheek. I’d just been hit in the eye with a ball and wondered how in the heck it happened. I had eyewear on, so why wasn’t I protected?

My friends and I were pumped for the upcoming bow-hunting season. For the past 11 years, we’d gotten together to hunt on a 600-plus-acre farm we signed a lease to use. For us, the property is sort of a retreat from the everyday grind because it’s very secluded and has few amenities. Little did we know that this trip would nearly have a tragic outcome.