I Only Know The Name I Go ByIn 2010, I was the victim of a terrible two-car accident that where the first vehicle struck me and a tailing one ran over my body. I arrived at a trauma center barely there, with two broken legs, Traumatic Brain Injury, internal injuries, and a host of other injuries. I was put under a medically-induced coma.
Somehow though, I progressed enough to be transferred to a rehabilitation hospital a month later. There, I went through a complete relearning process. By that I mean, learning how to go to the bathroom by myself, as well as walk, eat solid foods, and talk. I tremendous physical therapist I had helped me in ways I couldn't even begin to put into words here, and I came home in Febuary of 2011.
That is where the real battle began in life for me. I didn't realize it then, but that accident, and the ensuing time in the hospital left me with blindfolders on as to who I was, had become, and where I go from here. The biggest fight is now with my still-recovering brain, which still is feeling its way through occasional fogs and is on a Long and Winding Road back.
But you know what? I feel like after the events of that coldest winter night of my accident, there's nothing I can't rise to the occasion to tackle, so suffice it to say, I'm very optimistic...
And so glad to still be here.