Everything seemed perfect in James Richardson's life. All the components of the American Dream seemed to be in place: a lovely home, a wife, two sons, the time required for fishing and outdoors adventures, and an invigorating career as an advanced placement world history teacher in Tampa, Florida. In the horror of a split-second, high-speed traffic accident, everything changed. When Richardson awoke in a hospital weeks later with a variety of physical and emotional injuries, he had idea the obstacles he was about to face. Overcome by a haze of bewilderment, he tried to rise from his hospital bed. He crashed to the floor. His left leg was gone. One by one, the seemingly perfect building blocks of an American Dream were stripped from him. Secrets from his wife's past life emerged, painting a dark character with whom he had unwittingly shared every detail of his life. For James Richardson, this was the moment of truth. Alone, injured, boiling with anger, and with only a string of hope, he had to ask himself: Would he ever again be Standing on Two Feet?