Last Aug. 7 we got a radio call of an accident in the 6000 block of Roswell Road. Seconds later, the call was upgraded to an accident involving a motorcycle and injuries involved.
Seconds after that, radio said witnesses on the scene said it was a police motorcycle and it appeared very serious.
The response, of course, was intense. Sam Worsham, riding a police Harley and on the way to a call for assistance, was hit by a car exiting a restaurant onto Roswell Road. Sammy hit the car, went flying across the car some 15 or so feet, then landed on the asphalt — hard.
Just about everything on his right side was broken. His femur was broken so bad that his foot was lying next to his head. His shoulder was broken, his elbow was broken, about 10 toes were broken — and that’s not the whole list, just the parts I remember. Fortunately, his head didn’t break because the helmet took the hit on the asphalt as he slid to a stop.
Roswell Road looked like a plane had crashed. We had to move police cars to get other police cars out of the way. And once the paramedics had Sammy in the ambulance, a large caravan headed south on GA 400 to Grady. I followed behind everyone since I would have to make the initial press statements.
I saw Sammy on the ground. People who are in such pain have a distorted look about them. People about to die have that look.
I thought he was going to die.
Sammy didn’t die. Instead, Sammy got married. He married his lovely fiancé, Marie Kennedy, Sunday in Roswell and they left the next day for the honeymoon.
Sammy went through a 12-month rehab program in 11 months, just to show the doctors that he could. If you have endured orthopedic rehab, you know it’s painful. No cheating. The pain is part of the rehab.
I’m sure those 11 months have gone by much slower for Sammy and his family than it has for us, but he hasn’t complained. When you saw him during the past year, he was headed to rehab or the gym. At first he was on crutches, then on his feet with a very pronounced limp. As the weeks went by, the limp decreased little by little until now you have to look for it.
We’re all happy for Sammy and his family. They spent their time in hell, too.
I am amazed at how the body will heal. I’m amazed at how smart doctors can do that thing they do with the human body. I’m amazed at how a rehab therapist will whip you back into shape — like it or not. (If you’ve ever tried to argue with them during therapy, you know what I mean.)
I’m also amazed at how smart people can design helmets that can withstand an impact such as Sammy’s and, although they look crumpled and scraped up in the end, they save the wearer’s life.
I’m also amazed at the idiots who don’t want to wear them.
I would think that even the best of no-helmet advocates would want to go home after the accident.