Reflection: December 24th

I could have been dead 4 years ago.

December 24th, 2020 marked the fourth year that I fell off a set of pull up bars at the gym and fractured my skull. I still remember every detail so vividly and I feel a ghost sensation of the moment of impact every year starting a week from the day.

If I thought I could explain how painful of an experience it was I don't think I would even come close to describing it well. The throbbing, the fear, the disorientation, all of it at once.

The one moment I remember the most is being in the emergency room, laying down, with a neckbrace on me. My mom and Lexy were there, and mom had called my sister, Vero. When my mom handed me the phone, I couldn't help but be speechless. Immediately choking back tears. I felt so upset at myself for going to the gym that day, being so stubborn and not listening to all of the warning signs from my body telling me to just stop.

My biggest takeaway is that I shouldn't take my life, my family, or my time for granted. Your time is limited. You don't know when it ends. You don't know why or how, but it just does. Don't let your pride get in the way of those three things.