By all logical accounts, I should not be alive. The text in medical journals describes my condition as a rupture of the ligaments connecting the skull to the neck, a scenario rarely survivable and typically laden with severe deficits.

My current cognitive and physical state defies explanation. It is nothing short of divine intervention—a testament to the power of faith and the hand of God at work in my story.

The following is a summary of my Madonna Rehabilitation Hospital story. I invite you to read it, and if you so feel compelled, attend the December 6 Miracle Night for Madonna gala or donate via this page in support of the hospital because I know I would not be where I am today if not for them providing me with world-class rehabilitation therapy!

On an otherwise quiet morning just outside the town of Topeka, Kansas, the rumblings of high-revving, ultra-rare supercar engines turned into the wail of sirens as emergency vehicles arrived at a catastrophic scene on a private, closed-course racetrack. This event would forever alter my life and the lives of my closest companions.

My earliest memory after that day was my mom, in a very hush tone, lovingly whispering, “Drew, you were in a very bad accident on the racetrack a few weeks ago…” Around the time I finally regained consciousness, amidst the peaceful surroundings of my beloved friends and family, the world around me had shifted, turning seemingly into a nightmare.

Stripped of my dignity and independence, I found myself trapped in what could only be described as a nightmare. Paralyzed and powerless, I was at the mercy of my care team at Madonna Rehabilitation Hospital in Lincoln, NE. Confined to a wheelchair, I watched the world pass me by, a spectator in my own life as every move, every breath was monitored, every attempt to regain control met with perceived resistance to my diminished mind. My personal life was a distant memory, replaced by a never-ending cycle of physical therapy, but I slowly began to piece together the fragments of what had transpired, the details of that harrowing ordeal fuzzily haunting my every waking moment.

As I grappled with the harsh reality of my new existence, I was faced with the daunting task of rebuilding my life from the ashes of tragedy, both from a mental and physical perspective. I embarked on a journey of self-discovery and redemption, seeking solace amid the unspeakable events that transpired. Surrounded by the overwhelming love of friends and family, the presence of God hovered just above my plea for life. My ever-supportive nurses and therapists provided more care than I could have ever asked for, though it often caused me mental and physical pain to perform the demanding rehabilitation duties.

Looking back, I can see what a divine blessing it was to be in such a positive atmosphere surrounded by people whose ONLY goal was to bring me back to some semblance of my normal life. I now understand that God allows suffering to elevate us, making us more resilient and stronger in everything we undertake. He allows us to go through what he allows because we’ve been too smooth, and we aren't going as far as he needs you to go. God is allowing you to go up the rough side of the mountain, not to hurt or break you, but to transform and redesign you!

I am convinced that my recovery and survival is not attributed to any merit but because I am called to a greater purpose, one far larger than myself. My story stands as powerful proof of the grace of our Lord, His miraculous ability to intervene in this world, and the compelling power to effectively spread His love and Word.

I may not see the entire path, but I trust God’s plan. As they say, He does not call the qualified, He qualifies the called. I believe that God is real, He can bring ultimate peace and fulfillment to your life, and that He is with us today, calling me to share this message with the world. Faith requires trust in the unseen and belief in God's promises. Just as we rely on air and gravity—forces that sustain our existence yet remain invisible—our faith in God sustains us.

Once again, if you feel so compelled, please feel free to either attend the December 6 Miracle Night for Madonna gala or donate to the hospital via the link on this page as I would not be where I am today without them!