Kelly Dwyer

I think probably about five feet from my usual blaze trail.

Whether something flew over and I took a step forward or back to look at it with my binoculars, I don't know why I went off that safe trail.

I remember screaming toward a development past a wooded area near the pond.

And I remember screaming, screaming, screaming for help to the point where my voice went hoarse.

And that's really all I remember.

That's my last memory of that day.

I remember opening my eyes and looking around and wondering, what on earth?

Where am I?

What happened?

And I thought, my first thought was, I must have got electrocuted.

I have no idea why I thought that.

I must have nodded.

And at that time, the neurologist stepped up to David and said, I can tell you right now I'm signing off on her.

Her brain seems to be functioning fine.

And so he started to tell me how he found me in the icy hole.

And the nursing team came flooding into the room and they said, what's the matter?

What's the matter?

And David said, I was telling her what happened.

And because my heart rate was high, the blood pressure, everything, all of my vitals sort of went off the charts with the trauma of hearing what actually happened.

I'll never forget the first time about three months after my accident, a simple thing like crossing my fingers and I sobbed and I thought, oh my gosh.