daniroyer
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Words cannot express how grateful I am for what y’all have done. People say that a lot, but it’s really true in this case. The rEVOLution gave my husband hope and motivated him to do something rather than just play armchair quarterback. It was Eric who first introduced me to Ron Paul. He did the research online, he called me into the room to see RP on TV, and it was him that suggested we start getting active with the meetup. From there, it blossomed into a true family affair.
We attended our first meetup, then the rallies during the Univision debate. From there we both were regulars at the Ron Paul campaign office in Miami, along with our oldest son Dante. Our youngest son Christian wasn’t too into heading to the office, but Dante thought it was the most awesome thing ever. We started walking our precinct and we got Ron Paul up to 9% (he only got 3% in the whole state). I did the “smart” work at the house (preparing the info and setting up routes), while my husband walked the neighborhood each afternoon. After we put the kids to bed, he’d load up our radio flyer wagon with signs and walk the neighborhood again. My husband literally walked his ass off (he ended up 20 lbs lighter by the primary).
After the primary, I started my run for state house. I sucked out loud, but my husband still walked the neighborhoods and got me close to 250 signatures by himself. Between lack of funds and the entire family getting the flu that would not die, I finally had to drop out about two months ago. I started helping Dean Santoro with his state senate campaign and my husband was preparing to walk neighborhoods for Dean when the time came. Eric also had signed up to be a campaign volunteer for Libertarian candidate Bob Barr the week of the car crash.
On Sunday, June 8, 2008 my husband was hit by a drunk driver a mile from our house while coming home from a 16-hour shift as a waiter. The drunk driver blew through a red light at about 50 mph (in a 30) and stuck our car directly in the driver side door. A witness to the crash, a nurse, immediately attended to my husband. After 911 was called, my husband gave the nurse my name and phone number. She called me and I was at the scene within minutes. I got there just as fire rescue was preparing the jaws of life. The police kept me across the street, but I did see that Eric was awake and talking to the paramedics. The other driver was stumbling around screaming racial slurs and cursing. All while my husband could hear him.
My husband was taken by helicopter to Ryder Trauma Center in Miami. His heart stopped during the flight, but the brought him back long enough to make it to the hospital. Immediately, his heart stopped again and despite doing the whole nine yards, they could not revive my husband.
The drunk driver was never arrested despite refusing a sobriety test and initially giving a false name. One police officer even told me the man was drunk. He was only ticketed with reckless driving, failure to obey a traffic signal, driving without proof of insurance, and driving without a license. The homicide detective hasn’t returned my calls so I don’t know any updates. Florida City police will only refer me to the officer investigating the homicide. My lawyer has had no luck either. So we’re spinning our wheels trying to figure out what to do.
Thank you all so much for helping us out. Between my husband employer (Applebee’s has been AMAZING) and y’all, me and the boys should be just fine. Once I get all my husband’s affairs settled, I’ll be heading back to work.
Again, thank you, thank you, thank you!
We attended our first meetup, then the rallies during the Univision debate. From there we both were regulars at the Ron Paul campaign office in Miami, along with our oldest son Dante. Our youngest son Christian wasn’t too into heading to the office, but Dante thought it was the most awesome thing ever. We started walking our precinct and we got Ron Paul up to 9% (he only got 3% in the whole state). I did the “smart” work at the house (preparing the info and setting up routes), while my husband walked the neighborhood each afternoon. After we put the kids to bed, he’d load up our radio flyer wagon with signs and walk the neighborhood again. My husband literally walked his ass off (he ended up 20 lbs lighter by the primary).
After the primary, I started my run for state house. I sucked out loud, but my husband still walked the neighborhoods and got me close to 250 signatures by himself. Between lack of funds and the entire family getting the flu that would not die, I finally had to drop out about two months ago. I started helping Dean Santoro with his state senate campaign and my husband was preparing to walk neighborhoods for Dean when the time came. Eric also had signed up to be a campaign volunteer for Libertarian candidate Bob Barr the week of the car crash.
On Sunday, June 8, 2008 my husband was hit by a drunk driver a mile from our house while coming home from a 16-hour shift as a waiter. The drunk driver blew through a red light at about 50 mph (in a 30) and stuck our car directly in the driver side door. A witness to the crash, a nurse, immediately attended to my husband. After 911 was called, my husband gave the nurse my name and phone number. She called me and I was at the scene within minutes. I got there just as fire rescue was preparing the jaws of life. The police kept me across the street, but I did see that Eric was awake and talking to the paramedics. The other driver was stumbling around screaming racial slurs and cursing. All while my husband could hear him.
My husband was taken by helicopter to Ryder Trauma Center in Miami. His heart stopped during the flight, but the brought him back long enough to make it to the hospital. Immediately, his heart stopped again and despite doing the whole nine yards, they could not revive my husband.
The drunk driver was never arrested despite refusing a sobriety test and initially giving a false name. One police officer even told me the man was drunk. He was only ticketed with reckless driving, failure to obey a traffic signal, driving without proof of insurance, and driving without a license. The homicide detective hasn’t returned my calls so I don’t know any updates. Florida City police will only refer me to the officer investigating the homicide. My lawyer has had no luck either. So we’re spinning our wheels trying to figure out what to do.
Thank you all so much for helping us out. Between my husband employer (Applebee’s has been AMAZING) and y’all, me and the boys should be just fine. Once I get all my husband’s affairs settled, I’ll be heading back to work.
Again, thank you, thank you, thank you!
