It only takes a few moments in the presence of Daniel McConnell before you start to feel this man is destined for great things. Self-deprecating humor aside, McConnell has a refreshingly positive attitude and his joie de vivre is infectious.
McConnell is a 30-year-old Army veteran who miraculously escaped death in an Apache helicopter crash two years ago while serving in Afghanistan. He lost his right hand, partial hearing in his right ear and sustained a brain injury and a broken back, but make no mistake about it; the injuries are not what defines this man.
In each person’s life, there are Defining Moments, moments in time that open your eyes to new possibilities and everything after is forever altered. On April 28, 2006, the Apache helicopter McConnell and another pilot were flying was cut off by the Black Hawk they were escorting while they were attempting to clear a landing zone for insurgents *(see note below). The 1st Lieutenant found himself on the desert floor, staring at an empty bloodstained sleeve and thinking “Well hell, there goes med school,” – a Defining Moment, for sure, but after digging a bit deeper, I find another, perhaps more poignant moment in Daniel’s life.
At age 18, fresh out of high school in a small town north of Jackson, TN, with no money for college, McConnell saw the Army as a way out.
Ridiculed in his early days of enlistment, because he couldn’t run very well, McConnell began to believe “I suck, I don’t belong here, I made a mistake, and this is not my thing.”
McConnell says, “I ended up getting put into the headquarters company, which, at the time and in the unit I was with… when you got stuck in the headquarters company, it was because you sucked and there was nothing else for you. That was your last stop on your way out. You were going to end up getting separated from the military for some reason.”
“And I went in there, and I like organization but it was a train wreck. So I organized everything. I put all the files the way they should be, and got all the company rosters organized, and threw out all the stuff that was old and didn’t need to be there anymore. I turned the training room around,” he says, quickly adding, “With the help of other people there, not single-handedly. Nobody accomplishes anything alone.”
When he was done, the 1st Sergeant commended him for a job well done. “That was probably the first time in the Army I’d ever had any positive reinforcement for anything,” says McConnell. “I was like, ‘Wait, hold on. I did well? Wow, I jus thought I sucked all the time.’ And, I mean, it’s like a dog that you feed, you know? They’ll keep coming back for more food, and so I’m like, what can I do now?”
Not wanting to let the 1st Sergeant down, McConnell began looking for other things to do, and do well. He kept his uniform pressed, shined his boots, and read all the field manuals.
“You could ask me anything related to infantry tactics at the time, anything about weapons range, the Bradley, and I knew it backwards and forwards. Ultimately they were like ‘Why is this guy up here at headquarters company? Why is he not down in a line unit where he can put all this to use?’ So I ended up getting put back down in a line unit, which is the actual unit level where you’re doing your job…and see, now I came with a reputation rather than being the new guy straight out of basic training, who couldn’t run and sucked, I came as that guy who gets shit done. And because of that, the whole ‘he can’t run for shit’ thing started getting overlooked. They were like, well he can’t run for shit, but he shoots expert, well he can’t run for crap but he knows everything he needs to know. So basically, even though I hadn’t changed much from the way I was, the reputation was established as to how I was now. And there were some changes in leadership along the way. So thanks to that 1st Sergeant – 1st Sergeant Duncan, I still remember him well – George Duncan.”
McConnell says “This was a lesson I always tried to give to people I ran into, when I was a Sergeant, or a Lieutenant or a Captain and I was training guys below, or even guys at my same level, I would tell them never, ever underestimate the power of positive reinforcement.”
So we have another Defining Moment that provided a paradigm shift for Daniel McConnell.
And now Daniel begins another chapter of his life. As his first year of medical school at East Tennessee State University comes to an end, McConnell is using the break to follow the advice given to students to “set themselves apart” during their “golden summer” (the only summer they will have off during med school.) Questioning how doing research, like all the other students, would set him apart, he tried to think outside the box, and it dawned on him that he dedicated 11 ½ years of his life to this country and he’d like to see it.
Touring the country in a 1984 Suburban, affectionately dubbed the Pinto Bean, with his mildly retarded Boxer, Rocky, (ha, I just got the joke), McConnell plans to sleep in his truck and stay off the interstate as much as possible to keep costs down.
Originally budgeting for the trip when gas was $2.15 a gallon, Daniel unfortunately had to resort to asking for donations on his website to help him cover the cost of the trip, now that gas is nearing $4.00 a gallon.
He realizes the risks involved (the truck breaking down, the money running out, etc) however he has a gut feeling on this one, and if there is one thing Daniel’s accident has taught him, it is to follow his instincts – but that is a whole other story, perhaps one for the book.
When I asked him if there was anything in particular he was looking forward to seeing, McConnell responded, “What I’m really, really looking forward to seeing…it sounds corny to say, but…everything!”
Daniel will be chronicling his travels at danielsbigtrip.blogspot.com where you can also make donations, or just e-mail with ideas and suggestions, good and bad. He hopes to write a book about his adventures when he returns. At the very least, I would recommend reading the prologue by clicking HERE.