Thoughts and Prayers with Marty Cordova's Daughter

Marty Cordova's daughter, 15-year-old Ashley McAdam, fell into a coma after the car she was a passenger in was hit by a truck as she and two friends pulled into school 12 days ago.

One can only imagine what her mother and father are going through during this awful time. We ask our readers to please send your positive thoughts and prayers their family's way.

Cordova, the 1995 American League Rookie of the Year with the Minnesota Twins, had this message for the public:
What I want is for people to see that this can happen to your own kids. Hug your kids, spend time with them. And pay attention when you’re behind the wheel of a car. Anything can happen.
You can show your support by making a donation or posting a message via the Facebook page set up by her friends and family below.



Megs said...

So sad. I can't imagine going through that type of thing with a close family member, let alone a child. My thoughts and prayers are with the Cordova/McAdam family.

Anonymous said...

She's so young - it's so unfortunate that this sort of thing happens everyday. Unattentive drivers, drunk drivers, etc. You send your child off to school with a friend and this is the last thing you expect to happen. Shocking and so very sad. My prayers are with the family as well.

Timberhill said...

I was sitting in the front row in the Metrodome's left field stands at a Twins/Indians game on June 6, 2001. With a young rookie named CC Sabathia making just his 11th career start, Christian Guzman laced a liner just foul down the third baseline. Marty Cordova, playing left field for the Indians, scooped up the ball and jogged along the warning track, looking into the stands. Being a lifelong Twins fan, I took the opportunity to give a nod to and wave at the former AL rookie of the year. Before I had lowered my arm, Marty Cordova had tossed me the only baseball I have ever gotten that was used in a Major League game.

Every baseball represents a statistic, and thank you to Mr. Cordova for my own little piece of baseball history. The ball may have meant nothing in the scheme of the game itself, but it still means the world to me. My heart goes out to Marty Cordova and his family.