Mark St. Peter's personal story of tragedy and recovery from trauma

Mark St. Peter had his destiny thrust upon him in an instant, at 1:00 AM on March 28, 1987. He remembers someone saying, "You're going to be all right, buddy, you're going to be okay. Hang on, buddy. Can you hear me?" He began to sense everything was not "okay." The last thing he could recall was walking home from a party along Fraternity Row on the University of Maine campus. It would be several weeks before he fully understood what had happened. A drunk driver coming from the opposite direction at an estimated 50 miles per hour had been distracted by someone who "threw an empty beer can" at his Ford Grand Torino. The driver looked over his right shoulder and veered into the breakdown lane, smashing into Mark's legs. "I was privileged to bring his attention back to the road," quips Mark, who was lofted onto the windshield and pin-wheeled 40 feet into the air. The car never stopped.