thanks

So it’s been a little over a month since I arrived back on Long Island from the Music City National. Not much going on in the way of news with my leg so I figure this would be a good time to say thanks.

In order of appearance:

Thanks to all of the guys in the masters class who came out on the track to see if I was ok. I was pretty fuzzy after the fall so I don’t remember who was all standing there but I do remember that Domingos Lammoglia was one of the guys that helped me off the track. Thanks! I also seem to remember Tommy Opincar saying that he was sorry? I wonder what that was all about…

Thanks to my boy Chris Giacomazzo. Chris really made sure I was taken care of. He got me out of the hospital, got my pain meds, boxed up my bike, got me to the airport, cut the security line with me, and made sure I got on the plane. Can’t thank you enough!

Thanks to Southwest flight attendant Valerie Boy. She was the best “stew” ever. She hooked up a bunch of pillows and blankets to create a make shift ottoman for my bad leg. She also made sure I had ice for my leg and she went through the trouble of writing me a note that said I was her cousin and that the crew on the next plane should take care of me. How cool is that!

Thanks to my brother in law Kenny. Besides getting all my crap from the airport and driving my car home (it’s a standard shift) he has been hanging out and getting me out of the house which was what I really needed. I know it’s not easy to hang out with someone when they are all messed up such as I was. Thanks bro!

Thanks to my lovely wife Lynnsey. In all reality I should probably insert a thank you to her between each of these. Lynns has been so good at helping me deal with this whole broken leg thing. When she picked me up at the airport I could tell by the look on her face that it was bad. That was the last time I saw that look. From the usual “everything will be alright” stuff to really helping me deal with what actually happened, she has been there for me. She was there for me when I was in so much pain that I just wanted to give up (yes, it really did hurt that much). She made sure that I got a second opinion when the first doctor I saw wanted to see how it would heal without surgery. Lynns, you mean the world to me. Thank you for everything.

Thanks to my mother in law Celeste (who I affectionately call Mama C). She made sure that I was at every doctor’s appointment and every test on time. She also made sure that I had lunch, coffee, or any other little thing that would make my day better after being poked, prodded, scanned, or x-rayed. Thanks Mama C.

Thanks to my next door neighbor Joe. Joe has been nice enough to mow my lawn whenever he mows his own. I’m sure my dogs would thank you also if they weren’t busy trying to run out the front door when you stop by. He also has a pretty big selection of new movies that he let me borrow to help pass the time. Thanks Joe.

Thanks to Mike, Robert, and Marty at my job for understanding why a 33 year old man that you work with broke his leg riding little kids bikes. Thanks to Crystal and Rick for picking me up and driving me home from work. The first few days back were tough and you guys made it as easy as you could for me. Thanks!

Lastly, thanks to everyone out there who has held a door for me, paused to let me walk by, let me cut in line, or did anything that made my day a little bit easier. I would do the same for you!