know what i hate? when someone (typically my lil brother or one of my lil sisters) tries to tell me that the accident was nothing. and im like oh yeah? i wanna see you get in an accident half as bad as mine, breaking every bone i broke and get as far as i did in double the time and be able to walk away. none of you would get as far as i did, in so little time. i bet all of you would throw in the towel and say "man this sucks, ill just be a cripple" yeah, no. its pretty doubtful that you would make as much progress as i did in so little time. i was in the hospital for 4 and a half months, in total. i was discharged about a month after i woke up. had to relearn how to breathe, walk, talk, eat, and go to the bathroom like a normal person (no more catheter) and in a few months, itll be 3 years. THREE. none of my doctors ever thought i would be able to walk, save for one. I love dr. michael wall. at one point, the best case scenario a lot of them thought for me was that id wake up from my coma but my brain would remain asleep. and then it was that my everything would wake up except for my vocal box. or vice versa. that id be able to talk but not walk. ha, showed them huh? proved them all wrong and showed them that sometimes you need to have a little Faith. faith in me. faith in God. faith that there is a plan for me and every single one of you. ive been thinking about all i can do without Christ, but how limitless my potential is with Christ. and that is a sobering thought. im excited. not only for myself, but for every single one of you reading this. life is good. it might not be exactly how i want it, but its still good. real good.
