That would be Thomas Peters.
As you probably know, he’s facing a long road back from the debilitating accident that crippled him this summer.
He’s written about it himself with pathos and poignancy—and a beautiful clarity.
Now, his friends are rallying to help.
Pray. Donate. Spread the word. Visit this website to learn how.
But if you do nothing else, please just whisper a prayer of trust and hope.
MY LORD GOD, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think that I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road though I may know nothing about it. Therefore will I trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
– from another Thomas, named Merton