Benwin
11-30-2009, 01:32 PM
This is a cross-post from my Facebook, but with some added information.
I just glanced at the clock... It's 8 months to the minute (11:38am March 30th, 2009) that the Clyde police got the call reporting a tractor-trailer/car accident at the intersection of CR260 and US20 in Clyde... 8 months ago I was hit by a semi being driven by a driver who wasn't paying attention. 8 months ago I nearly lost my life... 8 months ago I became the luckiest sonofabitch on the planet...
Today is a special day for me.
Today I am living proof that we can survive the worst odds, and come out more or less fine. Sure, I deal with pain every day, but I'm walking! I can't do the things I used to love doing quite as well, but I'll be damned if I stop doing them! I won't let any obstacle stand in my way, I won't let anyone bring me down. I am alive, damn it, I beat the odds, and I'll sure as **** beat you!
The last paragraph is my view on life. I never was one to be afraid of "what's next". I live every day like it's my last, because, well... it almost was 8 months ago. Since that day, my life has changed drastically. I went from a miserable ******* with no money, no job, no love life, and nowhere that I could call *MY* home. I was worthless. Today, I've got a large settlement coming my way. I've already seen some of the money from it, and I'm using it to pay off personal debts, and have some fun of my own, on my own dollar. I have a boyfriend who loves me. I am going back to school next fall. I am getting my own apartment. I even spent $4,000 on an adjustable (Sleep Number) bed, only to be notified that I was given instructions by my orthopedic surgeon to buy an adjustable bed, and that the insurance company would have to pay for it because it was a legitimate medical expense. I will be buying a house within the next year. I will be buying 2 Black Marauders (I have evil plans!). I am finally settling into what people would call "happy". Once I am finished with school, I hope to get a job as a network administrator somewhere, or some type of job in the IT realm.
The whole point of this post is to serve as a message to everyone out there... Things may be bad, but believe me... they can (AND DO) get worse. If you WANT it bad enough, you will eventually get it. The doctors told me it would be around 6 months before I would be able to walk on my own. I told them to give me 4, and I'd be on my feet again... 17 weeks later, I was walking on my own (albeit slowly, and with pain).
To the guys out there (Dom, this goes for you) who get told every single day of their lives "You can't do it"... Look those people dead in the eye and say ":censor: YOU! I CAN, TOO!"
I just glanced at the clock... It's 8 months to the minute (11:38am March 30th, 2009) that the Clyde police got the call reporting a tractor-trailer/car accident at the intersection of CR260 and US20 in Clyde... 8 months ago I was hit by a semi being driven by a driver who wasn't paying attention. 8 months ago I nearly lost my life... 8 months ago I became the luckiest sonofabitch on the planet...
Today is a special day for me.
Today I am living proof that we can survive the worst odds, and come out more or less fine. Sure, I deal with pain every day, but I'm walking! I can't do the things I used to love doing quite as well, but I'll be damned if I stop doing them! I won't let any obstacle stand in my way, I won't let anyone bring me down. I am alive, damn it, I beat the odds, and I'll sure as **** beat you!
The last paragraph is my view on life. I never was one to be afraid of "what's next". I live every day like it's my last, because, well... it almost was 8 months ago. Since that day, my life has changed drastically. I went from a miserable ******* with no money, no job, no love life, and nowhere that I could call *MY* home. I was worthless. Today, I've got a large settlement coming my way. I've already seen some of the money from it, and I'm using it to pay off personal debts, and have some fun of my own, on my own dollar. I have a boyfriend who loves me. I am going back to school next fall. I am getting my own apartment. I even spent $4,000 on an adjustable (Sleep Number) bed, only to be notified that I was given instructions by my orthopedic surgeon to buy an adjustable bed, and that the insurance company would have to pay for it because it was a legitimate medical expense. I will be buying a house within the next year. I will be buying 2 Black Marauders (I have evil plans!). I am finally settling into what people would call "happy". Once I am finished with school, I hope to get a job as a network administrator somewhere, or some type of job in the IT realm.
The whole point of this post is to serve as a message to everyone out there... Things may be bad, but believe me... they can (AND DO) get worse. If you WANT it bad enough, you will eventually get it. The doctors told me it would be around 6 months before I would be able to walk on my own. I told them to give me 4, and I'd be on my feet again... 17 weeks later, I was walking on my own (albeit slowly, and with pain).
To the guys out there (Dom, this goes for you) who get told every single day of their lives "You can't do it"... Look those people dead in the eye and say ":censor: YOU! I CAN, TOO!"