I Am the Central Park Jogger: A Story of Hope and Possibility

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Shortly after 9:00 P.M. on April 19, 1989, a young woman jogs alone near 102nd Street in New York City's Central Park.
She is attacked, raped, savagely beaten, and left for dead. Hours later she arrives at the emergency room — comatose — with a fractured skull, an 85-degree body temperature, and she has lost so much blood that her doctors believe it's a miracle she's still alive.

Meet Trisha Meili, the Central...

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Overview

Shortly after 9:00 P.M. on April 19, 1989, a young woman jogs alone near 102nd Street in New York City's Central Park.
She is attacked, raped, savagely beaten, and left for dead. Hours later she arrives at the emergency room — comatose — with a fractured skull, an 85-degree body temperature, and she has lost so much blood that her doctors believe it's a miracle she's still alive.

Meet Trisha Meili, the Central Park Jogger.
It was a crime that stunned New Yorkers, the nation, the world. Even today, more than a decade after the attack, the Central Park Jogger — who disclosed her name upon publication of this book — is still in the news as startling new information about the perpetrators develops. Because of the nature of her injuries, Trisha Meili remembers nothing of the attack. But for Meili, the crime was not the climax but the beginning of an extraordinary journey.
I Am the Central Park Jogger recounts the mesmerizing, inspiring, often wrenching story of human strength and transcendent recovery. Meili tells us who she was before the attack — a young Wall Street professional with a promising future — and who she has become: a woman who learned how to read, write, walk, talk, and love again...and turn horrifying violence and certain death into extraordinary healing and victorious life.

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In 1989, a young investment banker was beaten and raped in Central Park and literally left for dead. When she arrived at the hospital, her injuries were so serious that doctors gave her little chance for survival, let alone recovery. Yet, against all odds, recover she did. In this astonishing memoir, written to inspire victims of violence everywhere, Trisha Meili steps from the shadows of anonymity that have cloaked her all these years to recount her remarkable story of hope and empowerment.
Entertainment Weekly
her story is a triumphant one.
The New York Times
I Am the Central Park Jogger is a very personal book. Told without anger or resentment, it will comfort and inspire anyone who has suffered a horrible trauma -- and many who haven't. Whether Meili's conclusions about the mind-body connection, her rapture on learning how to eat a raisin ''with awareness,'' are helpful or embarrassing is beside the point. They are both. And even if they are mostly the latter, the mere fact that she is here to write them is remarkable. — Michael Newman
Library Journal
At 28, Meili was on the fast track. After earning dual master's degrees from Yale, she was working for an investment firm in New York and building a life for herself. Her evening jog was an essential part of her routine, releasing stress at the end of her workday. On April 19, 1989, in Central Park, the author was beaten, raped, and left for dead. For 14 years she has been known only as the "Central Park Jogger"; her family thought keeping her anonymity would help in the recovery process. Meili decided to go public because "not remembering makes me feel helpless, not as a victim but as someone who wants to contribute to the truth." Owing to the extent of her head injuries, she remembers nothing of the attack. While Meili still has cognitive problems and physical deficits, she has rebuilt her life and tells her story with the intention of helping others. Recommended for all libraries with large audio collections.-Pam Kingsbury, Florence, AL Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-In early 2002, convicted murderer and rapist Matias Reyes confessed to the brutal attack on a Central Park jogger in April, 1989, a confession substantiated by the identification of his sperm on her clothes. Five black and Hispanic teens who had been "wilding" in the park that night had confessed and been convicted, and most had already served time for the assault. Reyes's unexpected confession led to much recrimination of the justice system. Meili can shed no light on her attack or attacker(s). She was so brutally beaten about the head, as well as being raped and sodomized, that she lay near death in a coma for 12 days in a hospital. Over the next months, she had to relearn how to talk, feed herself, think abstractly, and walk. Her balance still falters and she still is troubled by double vision in her left eye. Her prolonged recuperation and continued recovery; the support of family, her employer, and the general public; and her marriage have all induced a change in life vision for this strong and courageous woman. Her compelling story, which is honestly and openly told, is one of hope and inspiration in the midst of the most frightening pain and fear.-Carol DeAngelo, Kings Park Library, Burke, VA Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743244381
  • Publisher: Scribner
  • Publication date: 4/13/2004
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 288
  • Sales rank: 794,932
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.43 (h) x 0.80 (d)

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from the Preface: "I'm Okay"

Shortly after 9 P.M. on April 19, 1989, a young woman, out for her run in New York's Central Park, was bludgeoned, raped, sodomized, and beaten so savagely that doctors despaired for her life and a horrified nation cried out in pain and outrage.

I am that woman, until now known only as the Central Park Jogger, and this is my story.

Copyright © 2003 by Trisha E. Meili

from Chapter One: "Wilding"

At 5 P.M. on the day of the assault, I turned down a dinner invitation from a friend because I had too much work to do at the office. This was not unusual. At age twenty-eight, I was on the fast track at Salomon Brothers, one of the top-tier investment banks on Wall Street, and often worked late; it was one way to stay on the track.

Before I left the office, Pat Garrett, a colleague of mine who worked in the adjoining cubicle, asked my advice about a new stereo system. Three months earlier I had moved into a building on East 83rd Street and had bought a hi-fi that I had described to Pat as ideal for a smallish New York apartment.

"Why not come over and take a look at it?" I suggested.

"Sure," he said, delighted. We had become good friends at Salomon, though our romantic attachments lay elsewhere.

"Come around ten. That'll give me time to go for a run before you get there."

There was no chance I'd forgo the run. I was obsessed with exercise and had run marathons in Boston and many 10K races in New York City. Since I normally arrived at work at seven-thirty, running in the morning would have meant getting up too early. Besides, a night jog was a fine way to relieve the stress of the day. I varied my route occasionally, as the mood struck me, but often, after entering Central Park on 84th Street, would turn north to the 102nd Street crossdrive. At night, this area of the park was secluded and dimly lit, but the only concession I made to its potential danger was to go there at the beginning of my run, rather than later at night. That friends had warned me about running alone at all at night may have goaded me to continue. I had been running there for two and a half years without their advice, and I didn't need it now. Like many young people, I felt invincible. Nothing would happen to me. I can be determined, defiant, headstrong — and maybe there were deeper issues that drove me to take the risk.

"Great," Pat said. "I'll be there at ten."

And while I remember the five-o'clock call, I don't remember the conversation with Pat; I've reconstructed it here after later talks with him. Indeed, the dinner invitation is my last memory of anything — words, events, people, actions, touch, sights, pain, pleasure, emotions; anything — until nearly six weeks later.

•

Just before nine that night, a group of more than thirty teenagers gather on 110th Street, the northern end of Central Park, for a night of "wilding" — senseless violence performed because it's "fun and something to do." They throw rocks and bottles at cars entering the park; punch, kick, and knock down a Hispanic man, drag him nearly unconscious into the bushes, pour beer over him, and steal his food. They decide not to attack a couple walking along the path because the two are on a date, but do go after a couple on a tandem bicycle, who manage to elude them. They split into smaller groups, then come together, then split again, like dancers in a sinister ballet. In all, eight are assaulted, including a forty-year-old teacher and ex-marine named John Loughlin, whom they beat unconscious.

Reports from that time allege that between eight and fifteen of them spot a young woman jogging alone along the 102nd Street crossdrive. There they tackle her, punch her, and hit her with a sharp object. Soon they drag her down into a ravine where one of the teenagers rips off her jogging pants. The woman is in excellent condition, and she kicks and scratches at them, screaming wildly; it is difficult to pin down her arms and legs. Finally, she is hit in the left side of the face with a brick or rock. Her eye socket shatters and she stops fighting and screaming.

By this time, John Loughlin, having regained consciousness, has been found by the police and reported his assault. He is taken to a hospital. The cops, now aware of the attacks from reports by some of the victims, have fanned out, looking for the assailants. The park goes quiet.

Three and a half hours later, two policeman, Robert Calaman and Joseph Walsh, sitting in an unmarked car at the 102nd Street crossdrive, are approached by two Latino men, shouting excitedly about a man in the woods who has been beaten and tied up. The policemen drive closer to investigate. Walsh gets out of the car and sees a body in the mud off the pavement, lying faceup and thrashing violently.

The men were wrong. It is the body of a woman. Naked except for her bra, which has been pushed above her breasts; her running shirt has been used to gag her and tie her hands in a praying position in front of her face. Walsh tells her he's a policeman.

"Who did this to you?" he asks. "Can you speak to me?"

There is no response. She is bleeding profusely. One of her eyes is puffed out, almost closed. The policemen call an ambulance. EMTs arrive. She is taken to Metropolitan Hospital, known for its acute-trauma care, and rushed to the emergency room. She is met by Dr. Isaac Sapozhnikov, attending physician in the ER, who instantly calls Dr. Robert S. Kurtz, director of Surgical Intensive Care, at his home. Dr. Kurtz issues instructions for the immediate care the Jogger needs and comes in early that morning. He will supervise her treatment for the seven weeks she is at Metropolitan.

It is astonishing that the Jogger is alive. She is in deep shock, her blood pressure so low that the ER staff are unable to get an accurate reading. Her body temperature is eighty-five degrees, and she is unable to breathe on her own. A technician stands by her side to pump oxygen down a tube in her throat. Last rites are administered.

The woman is bleeding from five deep cuts across her forehead and scalp; patients who lose this much blood are generally dead. Her skull has been fractured, and her eye will later have to be put back in its place. When it comes time for surgery, Kurtz will be surrounded by a crackerjack team: two plastic surgeons, an expert on severe injuries to the eye; an ear, nose, and throat specialist. But for now, he — and Dr. Sapozhnikov before him — has only the emergency room staff to assist him.

The victim's arms and legs are flailing violently, the aftereffects of massive brain damage, and that night have had to be tied to the gurney since there are not enough night nurses to monitor her constantly. The jerking and thrashing mean that both halves of her brain have lost their ability to control the movement of her extremities, to say nothing of her ability to think or feel. Many will stand by her bed in coming days and interpret this as the Jogger still fighting for her life.

There is extreme swelling of the brain caused by the blows to the head. The probable result is intellectual, physical, and emotional incapacity, if not death. Permanent brain damage seems inevitable.

•

As promised, Pat gets to Trisha's apartment building at ten. He rings up. No answer. Funny, he thinks, she must still be in the shower. He waits, rings again. When there's no response, he goes to a phone booth at the corner and calls her. He gets her machine. "Hi, I'm not able to answer the phone right now, but if you'll leave your name and number..."

"Trisha, where are you? It's the story of my life, women always standing me up," he jokes. "I'm going home. Hope everything's okay." A tendril of worry takes root, grows. How could she have forgotten that they were supposed to meet? He calls Trisha's former boyfriend, Paul Raphael, since Paul and Trisha often ran together. Paul doesn't know where she is either. Pat considers calling the police, but doesn't, thinking they'd laugh at him. It's a regret he carries to this day.

Trisha is usually the first one in the office, so when Pat gets in around eight the next morning and doesn't see her, the alarm bell rings more loudly in his brain. He asks Joanne, Trisha's secretary, if she might be traveling. No, Joanne answers. His concern mounts.

Meanwhile, Peter Vermylen, a more senior member of Salomon's Energy and Chemicals Group, and one of the people who has strongly warned Trisha against running in the park at night, is driving from his home in New Jersey to the PATH train that will take him to New York City. On the way, he listens to a radio report so disturbing that when he gets to the parking lot, he stays in his car until it finishes. A young woman has been attacked in Central Park, and he knows that Trisha jogs there almost every night.

He reaches Salomon Brothers and looks toward Trisha's desk. It is empty. She usually gets in before he does, he thinks. He asks Joanne if she has heard from Trisha. She says no. He asks her to call Trisha's apartment. No answer. Deeply worried now, he decides to contact the police, and after a couple of unproductive calls he reaches the precinct where a group of detectives have been assigned to the case. He tells the detective who answers the phone that he might know the victim and gives him Trisha's name, age, occupation. The detective describes the victim's hair as curly and medium brown, and Peter feels reassured: Trisha's is dirty blond and straight. But then the detective asks if the woman wears a "distinctive piece of jewelry." Peter puts his hand over the mouthpiece and asks Joanne about it. She describes it to him — it is a gold ring shaped into a bow — and he passes the information to the detective. "It's her," the detective says, and Peter hears him call to his colleagues, "We've got her. She's an investment banker." He asks Peter additional questions, but Peter can't talk. He's gasping for breath.

He calls Terry Connelly in Administration with the news. The detectives want someone from the firm to go to the hospital to identify the victim, and Peter volunteers for the job. No, Terry says, he'll go himself, along with a close friend of Trisha's, Pat Garrett. Peter tells him about the ring.

Pat and Terry go together to Metropolitan Hospital. They're stopped by a security guard in the lobby. The place is a madhouse. Cops are everywhere. Reporters clamor for access and information.

"No one's allowed up," the guard tells them.

"But I'm here to identify her," Pat insists.

"We'll show you a picture."

It's impossible to identify the woman in the picture; her face is unrecognizable. Pat insists on seeing Trisha in person. His reason tells him the woman in the photograph with her battered body, swollen face, and puffy eyes is Trisha. But emotionally, he's not prepared to say, "Yeah, that's her."

Reluctantly, a policeman escorts the two men upstairs. There is a guard outside Trisha's door, and a small group of doctors and nurses whispering nearby. Otherwise, silence. Pat opens the door, looks down at the figure on the bed. The woman's head is covered by bandages. Her face is so badly beaten and swollen it looks like some grotesque Halloween mask, barely human. Pat can't believe that the body before him is alive. He's still not positive it is his dear friend who is lying in front of him. A policeman enters, shows him the ring the victim wore — and Pat's heart breaks. It is a little golden bow.

Pat calls the office to ask Joanne for numbers from Trisha's Rolodex and embarks on one of the most difficult jobs he's ever had to do: he must break the news to Trisha's family.

•

The cops have been busy. Acting on tips and interviews, they have soon winnowed out suspects from the group allegedly in the park, among them Steve Lopez, fifteen; Antron McCray, fifteen; Raymond Santana, fourteen; Yusef Salaam, fifteen; Kevin Richardson, fourteen; and Kharey Wise, sixteen. They are black and Hispanic. Some live in Schomburg Plaza, a government-subsidized housing development directly north of Central Park, others in the Taft Houses project on Madison Avenue. Most are from two-parent, blue-collar environments. Nothing in their outward circumstances would mark them as capable of this violence. When two are put into Rikers Island prison, they are beaten by other inmates furious at the nature of their alleged crime.

On April 20, Elizabeth Lederer, one of New York's top prosecutors and a renowned trial attorney, is assigned to the Jogger case by Linda Fairstein, head of the Sex Crimes Prosecution Unit; it has been put in Fairstein's department because technically this is a sex crime, not yet a homicide. Lederer, already alerted that she will be the lead prosecutor in the case, goes to the 20th Precinct on West 82nd Street at 8 P.M. The investigation has been moved here from the much smaller Central Park station house, where some of the teens were initially taken and interrogated by detectives for hours. Primed by the police, Lederer spends the rest of the night of the twentieth and day of the twenty-first getting on videotape most of the suspects' individual responses to her questions about the attack. The parents of some are there for the questioning, as is usually required for suspects under the age of sixteen, since otherwise what they say may not be admissible as evidence in a trial.

Some of the teenagers are arrogant and hostile; some are more subdued. Some admit to being part of the group who assailed the jogger; one — Wise — tells Lederer "this is my first rape." Later, confessions will be recanted and the defense will argue that they were coerced. Though divergent in many respects, and though no clear physical evidence links the teens to the crime, the stories have enough similarities in their details to convince Lederer they are true. At the same time they point blame in so many different directions that she knows the task of putting together a solid, irrefutable scenario of the events of April 19 to present to a jury will be Herculean.

•

The media goes into a frenzy. New York City in 1989, as New York Times columnist Bob Herbert later describes it, is "a city soaked in the blood of crime victims. Rapists, muggers, and other violent criminals seemed to roam the city at will....Someone was murdered every four or five hours." The "Jogger case" speaks to the city's worst fears, its deepest divisions, and indeed the nation's fears and divisions. The major national stories that have occupied the press — the spread of the spill of oil from the Exxon Valdes, the closing arguments in the Iran/contra trial, the scandal involving House Speaker Jim Wright — are pushed to the sidelines. Because the body wasn't discovered until the early-morning hours of the twentieth, full morning newspaper coverage doesn't begin until the twenty-first, though the afternoon papers already had the story. Once it starts, it doesn't stop. It is the lead story on local and national television for many days, and the newspaper coverage is even more extensive. Beyond the papers in the immediate area, the story is picked up within days by the Boston Globe, San Francisco Chronicle, Los Angeles Times, Northern Virginia Daily, USA Today, Seattle Times, Detroit News, Pittsburgh Post Gazette, Houston Chronicle, Dallas Times Herald, and Milwaukee Journal, among others. The International Herald Tribune runs a long story on the Jogger, and the case is covered both in the Evening Standard of London and La Presse Étrangère in Lebanon. A special hospital spokesperson is assigned to brief the media first hourly, then daily. As soon as they can, weekly and monthly magazines feature the Jogger and/or her alleged assailants. All three major women's magazines — Ladies' Home Journal, Good Housekeeping, and McCall's — have comprehensive coverage. In December, the Jogger is chosen as one of Glamour's Women of the Year, and People magazine names her one of the Year's Most Interesting People.

There is an unwritten law among journalists that names of rape victims are not to be revealed, and in this case only a few break the rule, notably the Amsterdam News, New York City's leading African-American paper, which urges fairness for the teenagers. Sensationalist headlines are everywhere. The teens are described as a "Wolf Pack"; there is a strident call to bring back the death penalty. The fate of the victim has resonances that affect the hearts of the journalists themselves, and although many of them know her identity, their obvious empathy and sympathy keep them quiet.

•

Family and friends begin to arrive at the hospital, among them several Salomon employees including Kevin O'Reilly, the Jogger's boyfriend at the time, though few at Salomon know this. When the Jogger's aunt, Barbara Murphy, gets there from New Jersey, she is amazed to see "men in suits" clustered outside the victim's room. Then one of the Jogger's two brothers, Steve, thirty-two, a labor lawyer, hurries in. He lives in Hartford, Connecticut, and was the first person Pat Garrett called from Metropolitan after identifying the victim. The Jogger's parents, Jack, a retired marketing manager at Westinghouse, and Jean, a homemaker, Republican committeewoman, and eight-year school director on the Upper St. Clair School Board, fly in from their home near Pittsburgh. Salomon sends a limousine to pick them up, but, not expecting one, they miss connections and take a cab to the hospital. The cab door is opened by a policeman who has been alerted to expect them, and he escorts them into the hospital.

The Jogger's other brother, Bill, thirty-five, an assistant district attorney in Dallas, arrives from Texas. By the time he gets to his sister's room, someone has cleared the surroundings of all but doctors, nurses, and family members. (Steve will later stand guard against reporters trying to worm their way into the waiting room or overhear conversations in the corridor; one even disguises himself as an orderly and tries to get into the Jogger's room that way.) Now the Jogger's closest relatives have each had a chance to look at her. Gathered in the visitors' waiting room, they grasp the extent of the tragedy. The sporadic movements of the Jogger's arms and legs are her only signs of life. Her face is unrecognizable, even to them. That night, one family member asks the doctors to remove the restraints, but is told it's too dangerous. She might hurt herself or pull out one of the many tubes — for breathing, for food, for elimination, for the monitoring of heart and other functions. Salomon will pay for full-time private nurses to attend her.

The family members meet in a conference room, where they are visited by Dr. Kurtz. He is not reassuring. They will set up a round-the-clock vigil at her bedside, in eight-hour shifts, until — they dare not finish the sentence. Day after day passes, and their beloved Trisha is still comatose.

•

New York City itself goes into mourning. The rape of a slim, seemingly frail, innocent woman — she weighs less than one hundred pounds — seems a rape of the city itself, and her fate becomes the major topic of discussion in every borough, every community. Some call her foolish for venturing into the park at night, but New York Times columnist Tom Wicker affirms in her "the primacy of freedom over fear — all honor to her for that." Mayor Ed Koch, who has offered Trisha's parents lodging at Gracie Mansion (they refuse), calls for a day of prayer, and churches, synagogues, and mosques hold special services. Many in the black community are defensive, warning that those in custody might be unjustly accused. Others are sympathetic. Neighbors of the suspects hold a prayer vigil outside the hospital. Members of four of the suspects' families send flowers and express their grief.

Metropolitan Hospital is besieged by strangers wishing to help in any way they can, and a separate location is set up where blood can be donated to replenish that given to the Jogger. Salomon sets up a blood-donation center for its employees as well. The hospital switchboard is overwhelmed by calls asking for information about the Jogger's condition or simply conveying good wishes and prayers for her recovery. Flowers pour in from all over the country, including eighteen roses from Frank Sinatra. None beyond the immediate family know that a doctor, though not Dr. Kurtz, has told them in a moment of particular brutality that "it might be better for all if Trisha died."

•

The attack hits the people at Salomon Brothers particularly hard. John H. Gutfreund, chairman and chief executive officer, and Tom Strauss, president, were told immediately of the tragedy, and an attempt was made to keep the news from the employees until there could be more definitive word on the Jogger's fate. This was futile, and on the first day the company is in shock. Gutfreund and Strauss go to the hospital, and soon many other Salomon employees are traveling to Metropolitan to pay their respects. Trisha has made a special effort to be friendly with her coworkers — reserve has long been a character trait and she has battled against it — and has succeeded. She is in fact loved, which adds heightened emotion to the suspense. Will she survive? her colleagues wonder. Will she ever wake from her coma?

On the twenty-first, a notice from Gutfreund goes to all employees:

There will be a service of prayer for the recovery of Trisha Ellen Meili at the Church of the Heavenly Rest, Fifth Avenue and 90th Street, tomorrow, Saturday,

April 22, at 6:00 P.M.

Please bring a candle.

Lisa Borowitz from the Corporate Communications Department is assigned to handle all calls coming into the firm regarding Trisha — for a while there are some two hundred a day. She will remain in that job for many months. And the company does much more. The Meili family has a comfortable income, but the medical bills, beyond Trisha's insurance coverage, will be staggering. For starters, in addition to the cost of the private nurses, Salomon will also pay her hospital costs.

•

At first, the Jogger's survival is the key issue. There is a terrible moment on April 27 when the breathing tube is removed and it is found the Jogger can't breathe on her own — it's the only time, Dr. Kurtz testifies at the trials of the defendants, that he felt like crying.

A second extubation is done on May 2; the crisis is resolved.

Still, questions about her eventual recovery haunt everyone. It is soon probable that the patient will survive, but in what condition? The worry revolves around the long-term damage to the brain. Will she be able to walk — let alone run — again? Once the eye is repaired and the socket rebuilt, how will her vision be affected? What about her fine-motor skills? Will she be able to fend for herself without assistance? Will she ever be able to live alone? What about her capacity for speech, for memory, for reasoning? No one knows or dares predict the outcome.

•

Copyright © 2003 by Trisha E. Meili

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Table of Contents

Contents

Prologue

PREFACE:
"I'm Okay"

CHAPTER ONE:
"Wilding"

CHAPTER TWO:
Who Was I?

CHAPTER THREE:
Life Interrupted

CHAPTER FOUR:
Gaylord

CHAPTER FIVE:
"Thank You for Your Prayers"

CHAPTER SIX:
Prepare for Departure

CHAPTER SEVEN:
Reentry

CHAPTER EIGHT:
The Trials

CHAPTER NINE:
Reaching Out

CHAPTER TEN:
Jim and Me

CHAPTER ELEVEN:
The Man in the Wheelchair

Epilogue

Resources

Acknowledgments

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 9, 2003

    The Strength to Carry On

    This memoir was very well written and successfully accomplished its purpose of demonstrating a healing process not focused on anger but on love and discovery. As a college student I feel this is an excellent book to read because it introduces the idea of conquering one's fears and the unknown. Although I have never experienced such a tramatic experience I respect and greatly admire Trisha Meili's way of overcoming this tragedy. This was an amazingly courageous book that influences its readers to be proactive and each day try to take baby steps to improve upon the person they are and strive to be. I definitely enjoyed reading it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 29, 2007

    Not what I expected

    All I can say is that this book seems like it was written by a Wall Street banker - which it was. I was expecting an inspiring story of creating a new life after a truly tragic attack, but it just seemed like a very cold and distant account of the events that followed.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2005

    Courageous

    Anyone who can put into words a traumatic event that has changed their entire environment and mental state has the courage to do anything. I was so intrigued by this since I was just a young girl when this happened. I too read through the book very quickly. I think the books inspires us all to look at what we hold dear in our lives. I appreciated her thoughts on how her life appeared before the attack, how grateful she was to have had those memories, and those are the things we seem to forget in the time of crisis.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2005

    a story of inspiration

    An engaging novel about a woman determined not to be beaten by the odds. It really details her journey from before the horrific act, to the aftermath, to her life today. At times it comes across as a little wordy though, with the medical jargon but a novel that should be read nevertheless especially if you are faced wtih odds that you are not supposed to beat.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2003

    Powerful Healing

    Last October 20th, 2003 I attended a speech Trisha Meili gave at St. Charles Hospital here on Long Island, New York. She talked about her brain injury and recovery. In April of 1989, five teenage boys were accused of raping, beating, and leaving Trisha for dead in Central Park where she jogged. The media named Trisha, 'The Central Park Jogger.' As Trisha gave her speech, her voice lit up. She talked about her months of recovery and healing. After the speech, I had Trisha sign my copy of her book 'I Am The Central Park Jogger.' From the bottom of my heart, I honestly told Trisha, she's an inspiration to me. My comment made her very happy. This prompted me to read her story. Never once was I disappointed with 'I Am The Central Park Jogger.' Just like in her speech, Trisha, in a clear powerful voice wrote about her brain injury and healing process with the help from family and friends. That is what kept me interested. This book goes to show how your life can change in an instant. Don't take life for granted.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2003

    I am intrigued by this book

    I was asking questions about this woman and just what had happened to her. My questions were both answered and not answered. I do think it's inspiring that she healed so well after the devistating attack but I would like to know a little more of her thoughts and those of the family behind her. What is it that she is trying to say here? Is it that all good wishes from friends and family came true or was there an aspect of spirituality? I give the book three stars.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2003

    Surviving and growing.

    An affirmation that everyday people are the real heros. This young lady dwells not on the attack itself, but how she was able to overcome and go on with life. As the mother of a spinal cord injury son, Trisha Meili has reaffirmed my belief that healing never stops it just goes on in a different direction.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2003

    BEYOND SURVIVAL

    I READ THIS BOOK, BEING FAMILIAR (AS A NEW YORKER)WITH THE EVENTS OF APRIL 19TH & 20TH, 1989. IT ONLY TOOK ME THREE DAYS TO READ THE BOOK FROM COVER TO COVER. MS. MEILI DOSN'T GO INTO AS GREAT DETAIL OF HER INJURIES AS ONE WOULD EXPECT (SHE REFERS THE READER TO UNEQUAL VERDICTS, BY TIM SULLIVAN ESQ). INSTEAD SHE DESCRIBES HER JOURNEY FROM BEING IN A COMA(BASED ON WHAT FRIENDS, FAMILY AND DOCTORS HAVE TOLD HER) TO TODAY, & THE IMPACT THAT ALL THE WELL-WISHERS HAVE HAD ON HER RECOVERY OVER THESE 14 YEARS. SHE HAS A VERY POSITIVE OUTLOOK, & VERY CLEARLY EXPRESSES IT IN HER WRITINGS. SHE ALSO DESCRIBES THE POSITIVE EFFECTS SHE HAS HAD ON OTHER'S LIVES. THIS BOOK IS A MUST READ. WHEN IT RAINED, SHE LOOKED FOR AND FOUND THE RAINBOW IN HER LIFE. WAY TO GO TRISHA.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 26, 2003

    Amazing!!!

    I enjoyed the book 'I am the Central Park Jogger' by Trisha Meili. Like a lot of people, I was shocked at the incident of April 19, 1989 when a 28-year-old investment banker was severely beaten and raped in New York' Central Park. A lot of us prayed for her recovery, expecting the worst, but praying for the best, not knowing her name. Well, now we do through her book. It is well written and a good narrative in the first person before and after the attack. Between that is done in the third person because she had no recollection of the attack and the descriptions by law enforcement and medical personnel can give a better picture of she was facing. They tie in very well. One cannot be a pessimist after reading this book. You have to pull for her because she has a positive attitude toward this as she tries to come back and does. There are some problems and she does not try to sugar coat them. But it was a far cry that medical experts feared for her. The book is not for whiners or professional victims either. There is no blame to anyone, rather letting the justice system take its course. She believes in the task ahead and thinking about the future, rather than the past. The second part of the title is' A Story of Hope and Possibility'. That is appropriate for this time of year. It coincides with the Easter season which is a season of hope and renewal. One reason for the book was to thank and reach out to the people who prayed for her recovery. We should be thanking her for coming back from such a horrible attack and having the courage to write such a powerful and moving book. She is a hero.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2003

    Inspiring story of Survival

    Highly recommend this book!!!! Just couldn't put it down. Wonderful story of the spirit and will to live and overcome all obstacles.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2003

    A Story of Courage and Determination

    This is a story of a very intelligent, courageous and determined young woman who beat all odds and triumphed over death. She has not time for revenge, only to become the person she once was. Her family, friends, and medical personnel inspire her to do her best. I only wish there were photographs, if only in back and white, to show the reader Trisha thru the years and of her family.

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