This is a love story about a quadriplegic woman named Sarah and a heroin addict named Rick.
Rick and Sarah
It begins on a sunny afternoon in 1968 as a Ford Mustang GT Fastback headed to Muir Woods in California slips across the yellow line and into oncoming traffic.
There is a very brief pause. And then it happens.
It’s possible that the sun – listing over the Pacific and bending the day’s light – might have blinded the driver’s view of the oncoming car.
But we’ll never know for sure because memories spilled like blood and the Mustang was too mangled to provide clues.
Sarah Ward was in the passenger seat.
An 18-year-old freshman at Harvey Mudd College, all she remembers from the incident is that seven days later she awoke in a hospital bed unable to move her arms or feet.
“The driver broke both his legs,” she said. “The only bone I broke was in my neck.”
Time had stopped. Life had happened.
At first, she said, “there’s always hope that your nerves will reconnect.”
But hers never did. And instead, Sarah built a new life.
She got a degree in software engineering followed by a job at IBM. And, slowly, she settled into a stable new routine.
That is, of course, until she met Rick … More
(Note: Clicking this link will take you to my blog on HuffingtonPost.com, where the rest of this story is stored. ~ Luke)