It was a miracle I survived
What I went through was catastrophic, and there were definitely ups and downs—mostly downs, where I felt broken not just physically, but also mentally, spiritually, and emotionally. It’s been a long journey, but at the end of the day, I realized I’m here for a reason. It’s a miracle I survived what no one thought possible.
If you saw me running and going about my life now, you’d ask, “how is he able to do all this after his body was almost destroyed?” It’s due to the first responders and everyone who never gave up on me—and because of the blood transfusions I received.
I wish I knew who to thank for the blood I was given
I went back and thanked the first responders who brought me back to life when my heart stopped. I thanked the doctors and everybody else who played a pivotal role in my recovery. But I don’t know who donated the blood I was given that night, and I wish I could personally thank them too. They’re one of the reasons I can breathe, eat, run, and make new memories.
