On August 5th, 2025, I celebrated the biggest win of my life: graduating Drug Court. I thought the hardest battles were behind me. But life had one more test—a test that would determine if my recovery was built on rock or sand.
On September 28, 2025, everything went black. I was the victim of a brutal hit-and-run. I was rushed to the hospital with a broken pelvis, a shattered groin, and broken ribs. I fell into a coma, my life hanging by a thread for the sixth time.
When I finally woke up, the doctors gave me the grim news: they weren’t sure I’d ever walk again. For many, a trauma like this would be the perfect excuse to go back to the numbing sting of a needle or a bottle. But I didn’t. Even with the physical pain screaming at me, I stayed clean.
I refused to stay down. I treated physical therapy like I treated my recovery—with 100% effort and no excuses. I didn’t just walk again; I beat the odds. I was back at work in three months.
I’ve died six times in this life, but this time, I stayed alive for a reason. I am a walking miracle, and I’m here to tell you that no matter how hard the world hits you, you don’t have to break.
Have you ever been knocked down just when you thought you were finally winning? How did you find the strength to stand back up? 👇