Today is thirteen years since I had a nasty fall - one that almost cost me my life. But I'm still here alive and well to tell the tale. For the first few minutes after it happened I thought I was dead but no my friends didn't let me. They were calling my name.
I'm really thankful to God for my family and friends who were there for me during that time. My dad told me I was slipping away and the funny thing is I didn't even know it. I didn't feel any different - all I knew was that the back of my head hurt real bad.
Yes it was sunken in for a few days and not I'm left with a small spot with no hair. But I'm thankful because hair or no hair there my dear - I'm still here.
A friend of mine ( who is like a brother) really kept me going when everyone else felt weary. When I felt weary and just wanted to sleep. I didn't know he could talk so much - he kept me up because I didn't know I was not supposed to fall asleep. When I felt discourage because of the discomfort and weariness he kept talking. When the tears were rolling down my cheeks he made me laugh.
Many people did not make it and do not make it after severe falls and head injuries in particular, but today I'm celebrating because I'm still here. Be blessed and count your blessings.