I literally have been so busy the past couple of days that I haven’t had the 20 minutes it takes to write my blogs. Sorry readers. 🙂
I believe I mentioned my car accident of 2006 before on this blog. However, I’ve been noticing there have been more followers lately. So, I’ll just write a quick recap about it. On February 8,2006, my life changed forever. I had been a handful of car accidents prior to this one, but this one nearly cost me my life. My brakes on my car went out, and I went across four lanes of traffic and went face forward into a tree and totalled my little Dodge Neon. To this day, I don’t see how I managed to cross four lanes of traffic and not have a single car even nick me. (God had plans for me.)  The car was literally closing down on me, and I couldn’t open my door and my foot didn’t want to work.
Since I’ve had experience with bouncing back from tramatic situations from training horses, I knew I had to react or get crushed in a timely manner. So, I let my adrendeline kick in, and I climbed through the back glass. Only after I got to the hospital did I realize I crushed my ankle and my left middle finger. I had to literally wait over a week before surgery could be done on my ankle.
Then when I went in to have my surgery the doctor told me that he didn’t think I’d ever be able to walk again. Mind you, I had literally just landed the manager job with Waffle House not even two weeks prior to my accident, and I was honestly looking forward to doing that job and making a career out of it. (Prior to the accident, I knew that was going to happen beyond a shadow of a doubt.) Anyways, during my accident, I was literally wishing I had went after Del when I came back to SC instead of waiting on him to pursue me. (Del had already contacted me by accident by this time. I was still married to my second husband and miserable!!)
So, I had to go on leave from February until April. Then I proved to the doctor I could walk even if I looked funny as hang doing it. The doctor couldn’t believe it. He allowed me to return to work with a boot and semi-light duty. I went back to work and did the best I could. I pushed myself to the max physically for three years with them (in between having to take a maturnity leave for my son.) However, the last three months I worked for them, I got pushed physically to the max due to not having proper support from my district manager (which he did get terminated after I quit.) (I didn’t do a very good job of communicating to upper management what I was dealing with at that time of my life!! I’d probably still be working for them if I had done a better job communicating with them what all was going on.) Anyways, I got to the point where I was literally dragging my leg to be able to move. When I got home, my right leg was so swollen, I didn’t think it’d ever go back to normal. Del put his foot down and made me quit.
Well, slowly after going to doctors to ensure that nothing was majorly wrong and that I didn’t need to under go surgery again. I went back through physical therapy and got my ankle strong enough to handle me walking miles each day in a timely manner. I was enjoying being active again.
Then I got pregnant with Zeva, and had to be put on bed rest again. I thought all my hard work had gone to the wayside due to lack of activity for so long. However, since my screws were set at max weight of 235 and I had lost all that weight, guess what…..I’m actually able to RUN! Yes, I said, RUN!! Not a little iddy little jog like I was stuck doing for so long, but a full out RUN–racing my boys–RUN!!
When I was a kid, I use to run up and down the dirt road I lived on at night. I always felt like I looked like a dork running, so I never wanted anyone to see me do it. (I’m bow legged from literally riding horses from the time I was 2 everyday at least two hours a day.) I loved the feel of the wind across me as I moved. Granted, I’ve never been a fast runner, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying it. Well, now I feel like an even bigger dork because my who-a’s literally do the seesaw motion and I have the Forest Gump running style plus the bowleggedness. However, my boys are so excited that I can do a pretty decent job of keeping up with them that they literally make me not care one bit about how I look. It’s such an amazing feeling to be able to do that after ten years of not being physically fit enough to even consider it.
I’m not exactly bragging about it. I’m still in amazement that it’s an option for me. I’m trying to say that anything is possible if we don’t give up. I hope this finds you having a good day.
