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Motivation…
Imagine waking up not knowing where you are or even what day, date or time it is even though there's a big clock on the wall but no matter how hard I try, I can't get any of it to focus as one clock. I couldn't shake my head left to right because I was still wearing my neckbrace and my eyes weren't yet easily moving from left to right from being "asleep" for so long. I guess tunnel vision is the best way to explain what my scope of vision was able to see. My hands weren't mobile and full of dexterity to the point that if I had to scratch my head; someone else would have to do it for me. In other words I was "living" in the confinements of my injured body as my prison. I couldn't run, hide or imagine that none of what I was experiencing was not real. I had no gross motor skills or fine motor skills. A "general" idea of my physical status was a "sweet" combination of disuse atrophy along with other complications that came with fractured and dislocated C5, C6, C7, T1 vertebrae, closed head TBI, Diffuse Axonal Injury (DAI), and about 1 month of a coma measured at the Glascow level of 3 (the lowest possible level) to name the most "major" injuries. Needless to say, that aside from Life Star almost placing me in a body bag at injury site and being already in a coma upon arrival at the hospital ER the surgeon didn't perform any surgery on me for 5 days... Ultimately, the surgeon gave my family two possibilities: dead or at best a vegetable...
This "gift" (my injury) occurred Feb 11th 2007. I'm in my 3rd year now and the number one question that many asked isn't who, what, when, where, or how but it is actually "Why?" Why do I do the things I do? My response to the question is fairly simple. I don't do it to please a particular person. I don't do it to prove the "nay-sayers" wrong. I don't do it for fame and fortune. I simply do it for the "Love" in "Hope." The fact that I was breathing on my own accord was enough of a reason to be thankful and have utmost gratitude. I don't deserve the opportunity to be here sharing my life with you, but I was fortunate enough to be allowed to enjoy the "gift" of a new day, hour, minute, and second. That's what I mean when I "say" how many of us want to be at the top? How many of us want to be at the bottom? However, I've been fortunate enough to experience both. To me all my injury entails is that of the natural pattern/occurrence of life. Physically our body naturally depreciates with age but our mind and soul appreciate to become our best managed life asset. There is a beginning/start and logically the finish/end is the outcome/result, but the part that truly matters with value is the "Getting There..." Our "Getting There..." is our effort and that is "The story within the life becoming the life within the story."