I Believe in Getting Back Up
I Believe in Getting Back Up
Almost three and a half years ago, I was involved in a serious car accident. I was ejected and subsequently, the only survivor. My other two friends went to be with the Lord. They are not envious of me; rather, it is the other way around. After the coma and brain injury rehabilitation, I was released into the care of my parents under one condition. I had to move back in with my parents! Being 22 years old and living on my own since 18, I was terrified. I had vowed to myself I will never live under their roof again. Needing 24 hour care and bound to a wheel chair for the next 6 months, I knew I had to get back up and walk again, because getting back up and walking again would lead me to- once again- freedom!
I broke my right ulna, my left tibia, my left femur, an open book pelvic fracture, and traumatic brain injuries. I was a mess; I looked like an AIDS patient, losing 50 lbs in slightly less than two months. I had one goal in mind, the belief I can and will get up and walk again. Under doctor’s orders, I was non-weight bearing for 180 days, meaning no walking for 6 months. To move back into my house, I would have to be able to walk up my steep stairs without crutches.
During that time, I was still able to take baby steps to get towards the larger goal of walking again. Just lifting my leg up and down in the wheel chair wore me out. I was sleeping upwards of 14 hours a day. I had turned into a house cat. Gradually, the strength increased in my legs. This was by no means easy. I broke down mentally many times during that period, telling God “I can’t do this without you! It is in your healing hands! You let this happen to me! You give me the strength to keep pushing. And you know what? He did! God instilled in me more strength and determination. Every time I thought I couldn’t push any more and was about to give up. I prayed for more strength and received it!
After 120 days, without my parent’s or doctor’s knowledge, I acquired crutches from my friend Ryan. Being stubborn, I tried the crutches. My arms were weak, my legs were weak, but I finally regained some sense of being male. I could pee standing up! After 180 days, the doctor lifted the non-weight bearing status and changed it to weight bearing.
My next challenge was those evil inclines known as stairs. Tiring and treacherous, stairs are quite the formidable opponent. For stairs do not laugh at you, do not mock you; do not really do anything. Stairs are just there, silent and intimidating, ascending to a higher elevation. But the stairs in my house lead to my Select Comfort sleep number bed. Oh, how I missed that bed! Living at my parent’s house had to come to an end.
I eventually became able to walk 2 miles on 2 crutches. I practiced climbing stairs for many hours and many weeks. One day, I had to show my Mom and Dad something. I walked with crutches over to the deck stairs, threw the crutches down, and walked up those 13 wood steps all by myself. No crutches, no hand railing, I could smell freedom. Then I yelled, “I am moving out, today!"