Anyways, enough rambling.
I have two stories for today's blog and one is a little embarrassing because as a guy i don't have emotions right? hah.
After my accident, I went threw multiple hospitals for medical care and therapy both. In the beginning I was at Memorial Herman hospital for my intense medical care but after this I was transferred to TIRR. This is where I was forced to retrain my thinking both mentally and physically. I was admitted here 3 times throughout 2ish years i think. on my third trip there my routine consisted of therapy from 8am til 4pm on and off. Then we had the rest of the day to be insanely bored and were left alone to waste the day any way we could find how too. So I spent them roaming the halls or sitting outside trying not to get crapped on by birds.
During all this free time i had i was forced to think, whether i wanted to or not. Although i didn't want it to, my mind was insistent on pondering a few things. 1) where was my life going? 2) how am i going to do all the things i used too? 3) why does my life suck so bad, why me?
Story 1.
Sometime during this 3rd trip, I had a life opening moment. One day I was sitting in my room eating lunch and watching re-runs of the Simpsons. After i finished my lunch it was time to head back downstairs for my afternoon therapy that started in 15 mins or so. I proceeded out of my room to the nurses station to ask for my meds and had to wait for her to get them. While waiting I was spying through the open door of another patient. He was laying in bed motionless. He couldnt move any part of his body. Had to breathe with the assistance of a tube going through his neck. While he laid there motionlessly sleeping, his wife, a middle-age Indian woman, was crying at his side.
Story 2.
It was a great time of the year for Wharton County. That's right, the smell of cotton candy, funnel cakes and cow crap filled the air. It was fair time. This means for the next week we had nothing to do but watch the rodeo, ride the rides, enjoy the shows and watch the bands preform. One night I went out with a good friend of mine to watch a band preform and dance the night away. Everyone seemed to be having a good time laughing and dancing to the tunes the band screamed out. Everyone that is, except for me. I sat in the corner watching my friends have fun because i couldnt dance due to the dirt floor. The dance ended and my buddy and I proceeded to the truck and started to drive off. Then it hit me. I started balling my eyes out. My buddy asked what wrong so I told him how bad it made me feel to not be able to do something. We both continued to cry our eyes out until we got to my house.
The Point-
What I want you to gain from these stories is not how bad life sucks, but how amazing your life is. When I was sitting there watching everyone laugh, dance and enjoy themselves it sucked. A week later I was thinking about this happening and i remembered the guy from story 1. Then thoughts jumped in my head. TK that guy would have done anything to be able to get out and and away from the bed he was trapped in. To hold his wife in his arms and never let go. And your crying about not being able to dance? This is when I realized my life is awesome. Everyone is dealt a hand in life and you get the cards you get. You cant change the cards but you can change how you look at them. So what my hand may not be awesome but its the only hand I have. I'm going to throw all of my chips in and live my life to its absolute fullest. No matter how bad you may think your life is, I can promise you that somewhere out there, someone has it 10 times worse and feeling down about your situation won't make it any better. So now its time for you to decide, how are you going to play your hand?
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