A day to remember

I will always remember April 22, 2006. That was the day that I came home off my whirlwind tour of hospitals and nursing homes. Those were dark days, but definitely growing days. Hindsight is always 20/20. I didn't realize at the time all I was learning and how much I was growing. My eyes were focused on walking again, not on learning to live from where I was. All I knew to do was keep pushing. And walking again was the goal. Thankfully, my therapists accepting that and kept pushing me, teaching me how to live from the wheelchair along the way. The doctors and nurses were awesome to deal with and at times made my stays feel like I was at home. The time I spent in each place usually brought a roommate. Some were downtrodden and others very upbeat . You all brought something that I needed. Whether it was more compassion for the hurting, a positive way to book at my trials, or even a little laughter. I'll never forget each and every one of you.


Being home has brought some big steps my way. I have done a little traveling (not via an airplane yet). I've gotten married. Became an uncle. Found my sister and nephews. Got a diagnosis . Learned how to use Dragon NaturallySpeaking. There are many more things, but the main thing accomplished is: becoming comfortable with who I am in the wheelchair. Bring on the next five years!