what is life..
busy?
short?
precious?
sweet?
hard?
a blessing?
fragile?
strong?
intense?
a gift?
mended?
weak?
there are a million words to describe what life is, or what it might be. what it is to you is not necessarily what it is to me. what it is to me today is not necessarily what it was for me yesterday, or what it will be for me tomorrow. sometimes i'm grateful for life. sometimes i'm not. plain and simple. maybe one day i see a sunset on my way home and take a deep breath of clean, crisp air and think to myself "life is good." maybe one day there's 3 inches of yellow pollen on everything in sight and i can't breathe and i'm coughing and i can't sleep and i think to myself "life isn't so good." then there are other days, when i just cruise through and nothing "big" seems to happen, and i don't think about any of it. some days i simply forget the miracle that life is. kinda sappy, i know. here's why i'm writing today:
one of the special things about TORCH is that i've made some really great friendships over the years. i've met people who i didn't know at all and become close friends and i've develpoped close friendships into deep and meaningful lifetime friendships. i don't see a lot of these friends often, but everytime we talk or see eachother, it seems as though we never skipped a beat. it's a special bond, and i consider myself very lucky to have come into friendships like these with quality people like they are. that being said...
a few months ago i heard that one of my friends, brent adams, who i had met on a trip to honduras many years ago, was in a dirtbike accident. didn't hear much else about it, so i assumed he was ok and pretty much forgot about it. i spoke with brent today and asked him what he's up to. he said "you haven't heard?" i told him i had heard about a dirtbike accident but i hadn't heard any details. he said "dude i got MESSED UP!" then he told me the list of injuries he suffered -
- broken right shoulder
- broken right shoulder blade
- broken left arm
- broken left hand
- shattered left shoulder
- broken eye socket
- broken sternum
- broke all ribs on the right side
- broken back
i didn't know what to say.. then he told me that he is paralyzed from the waist down. again, no words came..
here's where the reason i'm writing about what life is to me, to you, comes full circle. brent told me that the accident was on december 8th 2007. he went into a jump and landed directly on his head. he was in a coma for over a month. doctors gave him a 10% chance to live. his parents flew to arkansas to say goodbye, because as it seemed, he wouldn't make it. i had chills when he was telling me and i have chills right now writing about it. he came out of the coma in january and has been in serious rehab in arkansas. he is moving back to florida to be with his family and continue his rehab. he also received news from the doctors that it might be an "incomplete injury" which could mean that he could possibly walk again.
today i feel like life is precious, like life is a miracle. tomorrow, i'll probably still have brent's story in mind and be thankful for the gift of life, definitely thankful for the gift of brent's life. i'm sure at some point i will have a day or several days of passing by the things that are significant because i'm too busy or too lazy or too something else. but today i'm grateful, because life is a gift.
NCR
brent has done some serious blogging and it's well worth the time to read, his words are much better than mine and you can follow his story and his recovery at http://www.brentadams.blogspot.com/
short?
precious?
sweet?
hard?
a blessing?
fragile?
strong?
intense?
a gift?
mended?
weak?
there are a million words to describe what life is, or what it might be. what it is to you is not necessarily what it is to me. what it is to me today is not necessarily what it was for me yesterday, or what it will be for me tomorrow. sometimes i'm grateful for life. sometimes i'm not. plain and simple. maybe one day i see a sunset on my way home and take a deep breath of clean, crisp air and think to myself "life is good." maybe one day there's 3 inches of yellow pollen on everything in sight and i can't breathe and i'm coughing and i can't sleep and i think to myself "life isn't so good." then there are other days, when i just cruise through and nothing "big" seems to happen, and i don't think about any of it. some days i simply forget the miracle that life is. kinda sappy, i know. here's why i'm writing today:
one of the special things about TORCH is that i've made some really great friendships over the years. i've met people who i didn't know at all and become close friends and i've develpoped close friendships into deep and meaningful lifetime friendships. i don't see a lot of these friends often, but everytime we talk or see eachother, it seems as though we never skipped a beat. it's a special bond, and i consider myself very lucky to have come into friendships like these with quality people like they are. that being said...
a few months ago i heard that one of my friends, brent adams, who i had met on a trip to honduras many years ago, was in a dirtbike accident. didn't hear much else about it, so i assumed he was ok and pretty much forgot about it. i spoke with brent today and asked him what he's up to. he said "you haven't heard?" i told him i had heard about a dirtbike accident but i hadn't heard any details. he said "dude i got MESSED UP!" then he told me the list of injuries he suffered -
- broken right shoulder
- broken right shoulder blade
- broken left arm
- broken left hand
- shattered left shoulder
- broken eye socket
- broken sternum
- broke all ribs on the right side
- broken back
i didn't know what to say.. then he told me that he is paralyzed from the waist down. again, no words came..
here's where the reason i'm writing about what life is to me, to you, comes full circle. brent told me that the accident was on december 8th 2007. he went into a jump and landed directly on his head. he was in a coma for over a month. doctors gave him a 10% chance to live. his parents flew to arkansas to say goodbye, because as it seemed, he wouldn't make it. i had chills when he was telling me and i have chills right now writing about it. he came out of the coma in january and has been in serious rehab in arkansas. he is moving back to florida to be with his family and continue his rehab. he also received news from the doctors that it might be an "incomplete injury" which could mean that he could possibly walk again.
today i feel like life is precious, like life is a miracle. tomorrow, i'll probably still have brent's story in mind and be thankful for the gift of life, definitely thankful for the gift of brent's life. i'm sure at some point i will have a day or several days of passing by the things that are significant because i'm too busy or too lazy or too something else. but today i'm grateful, because life is a gift.
NCR
brent has done some serious blogging and it's well worth the time to read, his words are much better than mine and you can follow his story and his recovery at http://www.brentadams.blogspot.com/
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