Gary's wife Nikki and I went to visit Dustin on Tuesday. The last time I was there was a week ago and I was amazed and delighted by the progress he had made in just one week. When Nikki and I walked in the room Erica asked if he remembered who we are. Dustin looked at my daughter and said "Nikki" and looked at me and said "the sh*t talker", a nickname I have acquired since being introduced to dirt track racing. I thought I was pretty jaded until this tragic accident happened to Dustin, changing not just his life, but the lives of his family and friends. After spending time with him on Tuesday, seeing the progress, breaking down when I held his hand to say “goodbye” and he asked me “how did Gary do (racing)”, I realized that I am not as jaded as I thought and miracles do happen. Can I just say how amazing his wife Erica has been through all of this. The staff at Kindred thought she was a nurse. She is not, just paid attention, asked a lot of questions, and never gave up on her husband. From the day of the accident until now, I have witnessed friends and family come together, despite any petty differences we may have had before this, with the common goal of Dustin’s recovery. If I have taken anything from this experience it is to let those you love know how you feel every day; no argument is worth not saying “I love you” before you part ways; and don’t let others tell you what you are capable of. After all, it was not that long ago when we were told the best “they” could do was make Dustin comfortable. Can’t wait till the first time we can get Dustin back to the track!