I’m still breathing. On September the 4th, 2016, I was hit by a Truck while riding my motorcycle. As the collision took place, traveling at 55 mph, I was thrown off the bike and flew through the air for about 16-18 ft. First hitting a wooden pole with my head then landing and rolling on the ground before hitting a wall.
I genuinely felt that my time has come. I thought that death has come to take me into its realm. I was unconscious for a few seconds at first before I was able to sense the Police, the Fire department, and the Ambulance team trying to awaken me. Next thing I knew, I was laying naked on the bed at the Emergency Room. IV needles in both arms, pain medications, Xrays, and I can hear the doctors telling me, “relax, breath, you will be okay.” After proper treatment, I insisted on leaving the hospital.
Presently, I can’t sleep well, and I can’t walk. I have been crawling to the bathroom. I can only count on the support and kindness of my mother, my brothers & sisters, and my closest friends. Loved ones shine the most during hard times. Vince & his wife Rosa did more than I could mention. Victoriya was a cheerful & kind soul who managed to sneak Starbucks into the ER room. George & Maged are always there, regardless. Greg would save my life because I’ve saved his before.
I almost died 2 days ago. I know that you may be wondering,”why is Mover telling us about his hardship?” My intentions are simple. I truly want you (yes, you, whoever you are) to understand that nothing in this world should delay or stop you from doing what you really want to do. I may not be able to walk anytime soon. I may not be in the best condition to inform you about my tragedy & my conclusion, but I am able to see & write.
The point is; if you want to do something, do it. If you want to tell someone something, tell it. If you want to take a risk of some kind, take it. If you want to reach a goal of yours, reach it. Get Moving. Be reasonable & fair when dealing with others. But never hesitate or procrastinate. Life really is short. What good is it to die today knowing that you didn’t live the way you really wanted to live?
At this moment, all I know is that I could have been a dead man. Buried in the grave, somewhere in the Cemetery. Yet, here I am. I’m Still breathing & able to pass on to you my good & bad life lessons so that you may advance & benefit.
So, what will it be? Will you still shy away from making the moves you really desire to make? Will you show those who you care for that you truly love them? Will you still act as if it’s okay to work for a job you hate? Will you still settle for less, instead of getting what you really deserve from life? What will it be?
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With Love,
MOVER