I thought “I’ll feel better in a few months, no rush.” 23 months later (December 2024) the pain was worse than ever: L5-S1 herniation requiring fusion. I called a lawyer. He said: “Georgia’s statute is 2 years. You have 14 days left.” We filed on day 13. If I had waited one more week, $1.4
A 22-year-old runs the light at 58 mph and T-bones my driver’s door. I suffer L4-L5 herniation with permanent nerve damage, broken collarbone, and PTSD. Florida is a no-fault state: my PIP pays only $10K medical + $5K lost wages. Insurance says: “You don’t meet the serious injury threshold – take the $41K and go
I’m stopped in morning traffic. A 2024 Ford F-150 company truck rear-ends me at 63 mph while the driver is on FaceTime. My 2023 Honda Accord is crushed. I suffer a C4-C5 herniation requiring fusion, broken wrist, and PTSD. The company’s insurance: $1 million commercial auto. They offered $214,000 in 21 days and said “that’s
I’m stopped in traffic. A 19-year-old in a 2015 Civic slams into me at 58 mph while texting his girlfriend. Damage looks minor. My neck hurts, but I think “I’ll be fine.” Insurance offers $38,000 in 12 days. I used this exact 27-item checklist. 11 months later I deposited $427,000. Here is the checklist +
I’m driving my 2022 Mazda CX-5 with my wife and 18-month-old daughter. A white 2024 Ram 2500 with “Atlanta Roofing Pros” magnetic signs still half-attached runs a stop sign and T-bones us at 47 mph. Driver jumps out in a company hoodie, smells like whiskey, and screams: “I was off the clock! I took the
I’m stopped at a red light in my 2024 Toyota RAV4 for 38 full seconds (dashcam proved it). A 2025 Freightliner Cascadia hauling 78,000 lbs of steel coils never brakes and slams into me at 54 mph. Impact force: 42 times my vehicle weight. I suffer C5-C6 disc herniation requiring fusion, broken ribs, and PTSD.
March 8, 2025 – 9:17 p.m., I-75 north of Gainesville, Florida. I’m riding shotgun in my best friend Sarah’s 2021 Honda Civic. We’re heading back from a concert. An F-150 blows a tire, swerves into our lane, and hits us head-on at a combined 115 mph. Sarah is killed instantly. I wake up three days
February 14, 2025 – 6:22 a.m., I-40 East just outside Amarillo, Texas. It’s 19°F and sleeting. My husband Mark is driving our 2023 Ford Explorer with me and our 4-year-old twins in the back. A 2024 Peterbilt hauling 42,000 lbs of frozen chicken loses traction on black ice, jackknifes, and slams into us at 61
December 4, 2025 – 11:38 p.m., Loop 820, Fort Worth, Texas. I’m driving home from my night shift. A 2017 Dodge Charger with paper tags runs a red light and T-bones me at 71 mph. Driver hands over a clearly fake Progressive insurance card (wrong font, expired 2023) and a suspended license (4th DUI). He’s
April 22, 2025 – 7:14 p.m., I-285 Atlanta perimeter. I’m live-streaming on TikTok to 2,800 viewers showing Atlanta rush-hour traffic (“who can relate?”). I’m completely stopped. A 2022 BMW X5 rear-ends me at 67 mph. My phone stays mounted and records the entire 43 seconds from impact to the other driver fleeing. His insurance: Georgia