Life Keeps Rolling

How do you live your life? You learn how to live your life a certain way from the moment that you are born. I don’t mean that you learn to be nice or to respect others, but that you learn to breathe, walk and move. You learn how to associate certain muscles with other muscles to make a movement. There are over 650 muscles in the human body and they all work together and are controlled by nerves. So you can imagine that my muscles are pretty messed up.  During my time in the hospital, I met an older Vietnam War veteran named Eric and I was blown away by his optimism. He was in the same boat (or wheelchair) as I was but his injury wasn’t as severe. One day we were sitting in the day room and he said something that I really took to heart. He asked me “how many people get the chance to relearn everything? To truly rediscover their own bodies?”. He said it as if we were the lucky ones and I was pretty taken aback.  At the time, I could pretty much do next to nothing for myself. I either had

It is 2016. I am flying through a Walmart parking lot in rainy Tacoma, Washington. I am riding my Harley Davidson with my buddy Jason and the rain is pissing on us. We were running in and out to buy some chuck steaks and a 30 rack of Coors light for our weekend camping trip. Without thinking, we pull up as close as we can to the entrance. We don’t want to be the assholes that steal a handicap spot so instead we throw down our kickstands in that fancy looking area next to the handicap spot and head in without batting an eye. As we wander through Walmart we hear on the intercom “can the owners of two Harley motorcycles move their bikes please?”. We put down our things and head back out into that Washington rain, annoyed at our minor inconvenience. We grudgingly move our bikes and go back in to buy our cheap steak and cheap beer. On our way out we see the wheelchair van that caused us to move our bikes and I notice the little boy being pushed by his mother in his chair and I feel slightly

This is easily the hardest topic for me to talk about. This also makes it the easiest because it is so necessary.  What exactly is forgiveness? Is it simply saying “I forgive you” after someone says “sorry” and moving on? Is it making the mental decision to drop something that is negatively effecting you? Is it deciding that holding a grudge isn’t worth jeopardizing a relationship? There are so many different kinds of forgiveness. You can forgive someone else but how can you truly forgive if you can’t forgive yourself?  Growing up I would always turn toward my faith and the Act of Confession. God is and has been the ultimate figure regarding forgiveness to me. But how do you forgive someone that crippled you and hurt you beyond belief? A quote comes to mind and it isn’t always the easiest option... “Let Go, Let God”. Growing up I remember my back turned to my twin brother in separate time-out chairs in daycare, refusing to forgive him for not sharing a toy. I remember getting in fist f

I’m sure that at some point in your life you have either been told “you’ve got some nerve” or said it to someone else. I have definitely been told the latter. Resiliency, stuborness, grit, nerve, call it what you want. But having nerve definitely saved my life. I was always a stubborn little shit growing up. I will definitely admit to that. I hated being told no and especially being told that I couldn’t do something. I was always the one getting the last word in an argument with my brothers. I had a case of middle child syndrome despite being 3 minutes younger than my twin. Most of all, I sucked at taking constructive criticism. Dubbing me the prestigious title of “stubborn little shit”. Being stubborn in the military served me well because I was always trying to help and rarely took no for an answer (unless it was an order from a higher rank). It helped me perform competitively, especially at my second unit because it was my final push before coming home from the Army. The jokes on me

This is from my original Facebook post and it summarizes my injury pretty well  Today I am reminded of how much this last year has changed me and so many others. On February 11th I was getting ready to go to a shooting range in WA, where I had been stationed for the last 4 years. I woke up two weeks later in the ICU of St. Joe's hospital in a complete panic, only no matter how much I panicked, the only thing that I could move was my head. I had no idea that two weeks prior I had a .45 caliber hollow point bullet rip through my throat, destroying my carotid artery, left vertebral artery, which only stoped because it had hit my spinal cord. I had become a C4 level quadriplegic. I could no longer move my arms or move/feel anything below my upper chest. I was transferred to the Army hospital on post where they slowly weened me off of the opiates I was on which was when I started  to remember. I was hooked up to a machine that did all of my breathing for me. I had a trach tube put into

Hands ... Think about all of the things that you do from the moment you wake up all the way up to when your head hits your pillow to retire and start again in the morning. Hands come in all different shapes and forms. The rough hands of a construction worker, the calloused hands of a power lifter, the soft nimble hands of a beautician. I was  taught by my father that a firm handshake goes a long way and can leave a lasting impression. Now what do you do if suddenly your hands don’t work? Spinal cord injuries and spinal diseases can vary immensely. I’m not here to teach a anatomy lesson on spinal cords and nerve damage but most injuries in the C-Spine cause loss of function in the wrists and hands. The C-Spine being the cervical portion from the brain to around the shoulders. My injury was no exception.  I haven’t opened or closed my hands in a year and a half... I haven’t moved a individual finger in a year and a half... Side note: I get immensely jealous when I hear someone crack thei