I know Shands is one of the best in the country for sure. My dad suffered a similar accident about 30 years ago, in some insane big block powered outlaw sprint class that he used to run in. He basically tagged the wall hard in the front and then the rear, bent the car in a U shape and had 2 major impact marks on his shattered helmet. We still have the helmet and it is so spider webbed it looks like somebody shot it with a cannon.
He died twice on the way to the hospital and then once in the emergency room. They told my grandmother that he probably wouldn't make it through the night, but they eventually stablized him. Then they told her if he survived he would probably be a vegetable and unable to take care of himself for the rest of his life. He was in a coma for 2 weeks with a massive closed head injury.
When he woke up he was incoherent and completely paralyzed down his left side. To make a long story short, he gradually rehabilitated over the course of a year. After a year and half he was nearly back to normal, and he was eventually able to finish college and become a doctor. My dad tells this story so much better than I. I barely remember any of it, but I do remember him having massive headaches when I was younger, and every once in a while he's still afflicted with them. He also has these permanent blind spots in his right eye. Other than that, he was able to recover completely.
I guess the point of this long drawn out story is just to remind people that no matter how bad the situation may seem, just try to stay positive and just hope for the best. While the speeds involved with this accident may have been greater than what my dad suffered, the safety gear is light years ahead of what it was 30 years ago, and so is the medical technology. There's really nothing more that we can do other than hope and pray. I liked the encouragement that Marshall's story provided, and I just thought I would share my story as well.