For many young girls, their father is the childhood hero, who carries their bike, puts the Band-Aid on their injuries, and — in my case — caught me when I fell off the horse.
But when I was 15, Dad did a lot more than clean a scraped knee. On my way to softball practice, I was in a head-on collision that left me with a traumatic brain injury and in a coma for more than two weeks. I didn’t know it at the time, but my father, who is a first responder for our county, was on the scene.
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