My Beautiful Reward and the 7 Lessons It Has Taught Me

January 21, 2015 5:53 PM

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January 21, 2008 is a day that seven years later is still difficult to put into words. It was Martin Luther King Jr. Day, and I was just 18 years old. Just seven months prior I walked across the stage at my high school graduation and received my diploma. I was looking toward my future with hope, excitement and anticipation, it was a new chapter in life for me and I couldn't wait for what lay ahead. Until one day, everything I knew and everything I was looking forward to changed in the matter of a split second. I was lying on my stomach with my dad at the head of the procedure table and all I remember is bending my legs upward one moment and then hearing that ever so prevalent sound, the sound of my legs dropping lifelessly and hitting the procedure table the next. In a split second, that moment changed my life forever.

None of it made sense. I was supposed to return to class the next day following the holiday weekend. I was just 18 years old, and it was just an epidural injection to treat back pain. However, that day happened and it changed my life and the life of the ones that I love.

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