I was an athlete for my whole, two legged life and I am an athlete after my amputation. If anyone who is reading this needs to talk to someone, not because you want to sue anyone, but because you want to talk to an amputee, please call me. 617-680-6574
If you are an amputee, know an amputee, or were injured in any other way in the Boston Marathon tragedy, I would like to help. I have learned a lot since my accident, but it took years to get things figured. People reached out to me after my accident and for their icite, I am grateful. Image may be NSFW.
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The four year aniversary of my accident is coming up. On May 2nd, 2009, my leg was cut off when a driver cut across 4 lanes of highway in Silver City, New Mexico, driving my knee through the cooling fins on the engine of my motorcycle with her SUV. Like many of the victims of the tragic bombing on Marathon Monday, I had a field amputation, meaning, my leg was instantly cut off. Two legs to one leg, instantly, with no planning and no preparation. The thought of losing a limb never even crossed my mind. As a semi-professional downhill mountain biker, motocross racer and general daredevil, I had had thoughts about paralysis, and broken bones, but never limb loss. I'd shattered my knee cap, broken ankles, wrists and hands, even seperated my shoulder, but never once thought about life without a leg.
Life without a limb is different to say the least. It takes time and adaptation but most of all it takes a positive attitude. It took me a long time to adjust, and at the four year aniversary, I am still adjusting daily. Image may be NSFW.
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I was an athlete, I ran the Boston Marathon, I raced triathlons, I raced motorcycles and bicycles. I AM AN ATHLETE, I race triathlons, motorcycles and 12 and 24 hour endurance mountain bike events. As a matter of fact, I've won more trophys as an amputee than I ever did when I had my legs, not because people felt pitty on me and gave me a trophy, but because I trained harder. I never trained harder than I did after becoming an amputee. Two-a-days, and even three-a-days, were commonplace. Looking back, I wish I had worked that hard when I was in one piece.
As a guy who's always hated pep talks, a guy who always hated people who were vocal about their positive attitudes, and life outlook, I know I may be turning some people off by writing this. I don't want to be Tony Robbins. As a guy who shut a lot of people out after my accident, I understand what some people may be dealing with. The only people who got through to me after my accident had to force their way in, and if they didn't get in fast enough, they were stiff-armed out of the way. I'm not going to show up at people's rehab facilities, but I sure wish I could. Say the word and I'm there. Or we can just email.
MY NAME IS DAKOTA MARTIN AND I AM AN AMPUTEE.
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The four year aniversary of my accident is coming up. On May 2nd, 2009, my leg was cut off when a driver cut across 4 lanes of highway in Silver City, New Mexico, driving my knee through the cooling fins on the engine of my motorcycle with her SUV. Like many of the victims of the tragic bombing on Marathon Monday, I had a field amputation, meaning, my leg was instantly cut off. Two legs to one leg, instantly, with no planning and no preparation. The thought of losing a limb never even crossed my mind. As a semi-professional downhill mountain biker, motocross racer and general daredevil, I had had thoughts about paralysis, and broken bones, but never limb loss. I'd shattered my knee cap, broken ankles, wrists and hands, even seperated my shoulder, but never once thought about life without a leg.
Life without a limb is different to say the least. It takes time and adaptation but most of all it takes a positive attitude. It took me a long time to adjust, and at the four year aniversary, I am still adjusting daily. Image may be NSFW.Clik here to view.
I was an athlete, I ran the Boston Marathon, I raced triathlons, I raced motorcycles and bicycles. I AM AN ATHLETE, I race triathlons, motorcycles and 12 and 24 hour endurance mountain bike events. As a matter of fact, I've won more trophys as an amputee than I ever did when I had my legs, not because people felt pitty on me and gave me a trophy, but because I trained harder. I never trained harder than I did after becoming an amputee. Two-a-days, and even three-a-days, were commonplace. Looking back, I wish I had worked that hard when I was in one piece.
As a guy who's always hated pep talks, a guy who always hated people who were vocal about their positive attitudes, and life outlook, I know I may be turning some people off by writing this. I don't want to be Tony Robbins. As a guy who shut a lot of people out after my accident, I understand what some people may be dealing with. The only people who got through to me after my accident had to force their way in, and if they didn't get in fast enough, they were stiff-armed out of the way. I'm not going to show up at people's rehab facilities, but I sure wish I could. Say the word and I'm there. Or we can just email.
MY NAME IS DAKOTA MARTIN AND I AM AN AMPUTEE.
Image may be NSFW.Clik here to view.
Image may be NSFW.Clik here to view.
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