When I sit back and think about what has changed in the matter of a split second it's hard to swallow. One moment I'm up doing cartwheels in the front yard then I'm laying in this hospital bed with my family gathered around my bed and there's no movement in my entire body. It's scary to say the least.. That one decision to get on a four wheeler in February when it's freezing outside to blow dry my hair changed everything. I often wonder where my life would be like if this injury had not have happened. Honestly I don't know but then again I don't want to know because the path I was going down was not a great one. I was rebellious, a total bitch and I just don't think that path was going to take me down a good road as a future. I wanna think that I'd be out there living my dreams of becoming a ER nurse but looking back now i just do not see my path going in that directions. Maybe that's why I suddenly wanted to get on the four wheeler to do my hair, He saw that path and that it wasn't going to end up how He wanted it. In those few moments the young bitch of a teen died and the girl I am today was born. There's only one way to know for sure and when that time comes I will stand beside God on my own two legs and ask him but until then I'm here to make a difference. If you have a few moments take it to look back on your life to where your path is taking you. Do you like that path? If no, change it. I could get myself all down about the fact I'm a quadriplegic or that the fact is I'll never have a normal life but what good will that do me? I'm still stuck in this useless body so it's not gonna make anything difference. As someone close to me says, it’s not my fault my body is useless so why not have fun with it! I survived this injury for a reason, and I have a purpose for being here and it's certainly not to sit here and feel sorry for myself. Sometimes I see these teens today that are upset at the smallest thing that had went wrong when they should be grateful for what they do have. They have their body in their minds control when I do not. I remember back in high school I was taking advanced placement English and we were reading a story out of our text book about this future world has no real sun shining. The smog had taken its toll on sunshine because there was room in the sky. It was this couples honeymoon and all they wanted was to spend some time soaking the sunshine. When the teacher came to the questions part she simply asked the class, “What’s something we all take for granted?” I couldn’t help but sit there in my wheelchair and think; I’m the prime example of what we all take for granted. Everything, that’s what we take for granted. Even me as a quadriplegic take what movement I do have for granted. Just some food for thought.
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