On Facebook, I watch a video of my friend Ginger cheering on her little boy with classic motherly gusto: “Can you make it beep? Keep trying! Push the button!” Her voice is calm but encouraging.

Ryan’s eyes are wide and he fumbles, but he manages to push the button and is rewarded with a beep. “Good job!” Ginger says. I can’t see her face in the video, but I can hear the smile in her voice. This is typical of her; for as long as I’ve known her, she has never been anything but positive.

Ginger’s little boy is nineteen years old.

Things haven’t always been this way.

Six weeks ago, Ryan worked as an assistant manager of one of those cool shops in the mall. He sang and played guitar. He was active in his church and idolized his longtime girlfriend, Jamie.

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But on January 4th, 2015, Ryan and Jamie were in a freak jet ski accident that caused them to crash full-speed into a private dock on the river in their hometown of Melbourne, Florida. Ryan suffered deep lacerations in his legs and groin. He broke all of his leg bones and his jaw. When the owner of the dock came running outside to see what had caused the commotion, he discovered Ryan lying limp on the dock and rushed to help him. In spite of his horrific injuries, Ryan was able to speak immediately following the accident. But he was only able to say one thing:

“Help my girl.”

Jamie was still in the river lying face down and unconscious with a shattered pelvis and severely damaged aorta. If Ryan hadn’t called attention to her, she might have died. How many nineteen-year-old boys save their girlfriend’s life for Valentine’s Day?

In those first days after the accident, we rejoiced that Ryan was permitted to keep his legs, that Jamie’s aorta was successfully reconstructed. Jamie awoke that first week. Ryan didn’t. On day seven, an MRI revealed demyelination, or damage to the coating surrounding nerves in his brain. This damage can cause difficulties with feeling, moving, seeing, hearing, and thinking clearly. The neurologist’s prognosis at that time, in Ginger’s words, was “very unfavorable.”

Help My GirlAs I type this, it is day thirty-eight. Ryan still has a very long way to go to heal his body and it has become clear that the damage to his brain is significant. Everyone close to him has been forced to accept a new reality.

But their faith in his recovery is strong. On day seventeen, Ginger wrote: “Ryan will ask for two things when he wakes up … first Jamie, then his acoustic guitar.”

Unfortunately, the young couple won’t be spending this Valentine’s Day together like all the other lovebirds. Ryan has been flown to Shepherd Medical Center, a top rehabilitation hospital for spinal cord and brain injury in Atlanta, while Jamie remains in Melbourne. They FaceTime, though. Ryan can’t speak much more than a grunt yet, but Jamie is content to do all the talking for now. Ryan cries during these conversations. He seems to be trapped in his own mind. “I wonder what he’s thinking,” Ginger writes in a status update.

I want to be sad for what has happened, but I can’t. I can see that Ginger doesn’t want us to do that. She only has room for optimism, hope, gratitude. “Speak Life,” commands the banner on the new Facebook Page dedicated to Ryan’s recovery. I admit that I have privately wondered how she stays so strong, how she does not crumble in the face of this unfathomable tragedy. I would crack, I think. I wouldn’t be as strong as she is, wouldn’t have as much faith. But she is far too busy being Ryan’s cheerleader / nurse / therapist / advocate to waste too many precious moments falling apart. I want to say I admire her spirit, but this is such an understatement that it’s practically an insult. There isn’t a word big enough to measure my admiration for her.

“I miss him,” she said once, just once, at the end of an otherwise buoyant status update. That is the single pithy allowance of public grief she has permitted herself thus far.

ryan and ginger

The other day I told her I love hearing her cheer Ryan on in the videos. “I try not to do cartwheels when he does something awesome,” she said. I picture her in one of her conservative cardigan sets, doing a cartwheel in the hospital room, kicking over medical equipment and shoving Ryan’s bed across the room, and I laugh.

Today, Ryan successfully followed several commands with the various therapists who attended him. These minute accomplishments are so strangely immense. A focusing of the eyes, a movement of an arm, a grunt; each relearned skill is a critical step in the right direction towards healing, towards pulling Ryan out of himself. It will be a long road to recovery. But if Ryan’s spirit is anything like his mother’s—and I bet it is—then I think we have every reason to be optimistic.

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However much optimism she has, the fact remains that Ginger is a single mom with limited resources. She has an older daughter in college and will soon face crushing financial burdens due to Ryan’s accident. Just filing the paperwork so Ginger can apply for Ryan’s disability is $3,000. Ryan will need a nurse to care for him while Ginger works. She’ll need to renovate their home to make it handicapped accessible. If you would like to assist Ginger and her family, please click HERE. Help my girl.

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To stay up-to-date on Ryan’s road to recovery, follow Ryan Meek and Family on Facebook.

Ryan, a couple of years before the accident:

Ryan today:

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When Kristen Mae isn’t running absurdly long distances, washing poop out of her dog’s butt-hair, or taming her two booger-machines, she’s tossing her expensive master’s of music performance degree out the window by feverishly attacking her “writing career.” Kristen is the voice of Abandoning Pretense, where she tells the whole, uncensored truth about marriage, parenthood, and life. In addition to her blog, Mae shares hilarious and heart-warming tidbits of her life on her Facebook page, Google+, Twitter and Pinterest, and is also a regular contributor at ScaryMommy.com, Bluntmoms.com, Mamapedia.com and Mamalode.com.

6 Comments

  1. Your friend is amazing and I feel like I know Ryan after reading your post. May the angels be with him and his family as they navigate this journey…

  2. Wow. I’m simultaneously struck by the absolute sadness of this situation and Ginger’s shining positive spirit. I feel hopeful as I shed tears for them. Thank you for shining a light on them … And I will do the same.

  3. My thoughts and prayers are with your remarkable friend Ginger, her son and his girlfriend. Such a heartbreaking turn of events, but how wonderful the love and breadth of spirit they all share.

  4. ilirianwanderer Reply

    The only thing I have that I can give you is my prayers….

    I will pray for you and your son every single day.

    I promise…

  5. Kim @kimworld Reply

    Just had a facebook memory pop up where I shared this blog post and urged people to follow the updates on his improvement. I’m still following along. What a ray of sunshine this story is. Thanks for sharing!

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