At 21-years-old, I flipped a truck four times while driving on an Illinois highway. Had someone asked me to describe myself on that April morning, prior to that moment, I would have said some combination of: young, adventurous, athletic, friendly and motivated. At 30-years-old, I will still say the same, but due to the injuries I sustained, I am also: a wheelchair user with a spinal cord injury.
Similar to many others I've met in this situation, I am neither sad nor angry. And as more time passes, it has become increasingly apparent that what I want most in life might not be evident from where I am sitting.