John McCurdy knew riding his bicycle down Delray Beach's scenic stretch of A1A could be treacherous. Sharing the road with cars meant he ran the risk of getting cursed out, being swerved at, becoming a target for beer cans, or enduring much worse. But on a sun-drenched late September morning last year, McCurdy just wanted to hop on his bike and find a nice spot on the beach to watch the sunrise. He silently recited prayers as he pedaled. Then, the 42-year-old mortgage consultant was struck from behind by a van. The driver left him for dead. With five broken ribs and a punctured lung, McCurdy dragged himself to the front door of a nearby oceanfront condominium, where the... More >>>
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