So here is my story, in short: On September 6th, 1992 at the ripe ole age of 15, my life would change forever. I have one sibling whom is 9 years older than I. She had a 2 & 4 year old at the time. One day she invited me to go with her & her husband and the kids and some other family members to their cabin for a weekend getaway. You had to be flown in by air to reach the cabin. I had known how to drive an ATV since the age of 10. So I was in charge of giving the kids short rides here and there to keep them having fun. So on the morning of the 6th my best, best little buddy, 4 year old, Zach came to me and begged for a ride to the bridge where he loved to fish. I agreed. I grabbed the keys and told the group of adults standing outside where we were headed; they waved us on. I was driving super slow when suddenly, from out of nowhere, appeared a small rock on the dirt path which sent us down the embankment toward the roaring river, tumbling over huge boulders. I attempted to th...