It seems like only yesterday that I was forced to accept the fact that I was shot up and paralyzed. I can never forget the deep depression that I experienced. I felt like life was over for me. I went from being a vibrant youthful shot caller to less than a shell of a man overnight. Suicide was never far from my mind. I’ll also never forget the moment that I made a decision to live and not give up.
Somewhere along the line I began to be grateful for my life. My faith started to kick in. I started to see life appear in my limbs that were useless at one time. I started to feel like there wasn’t anything I couldn’t do.
The day I decided to write my autobiography was the greatest challenge I’d ever faced. I’d never used a computer in my life. I looked at that keyboard and said to myself, “Now, how in the hell am I gonna get to 500 pages?” So I started the painstaking task of pecking out my story with one finger and no formal education. I never paid attention to the doubters and naysayers. They didn’t matter. The more they doubted, the more I tapped. Something amazing was happening in my life. My Soul was alive and kicking.
I realized that when I stood up and faced life with gratitude instead of anger and depression, I could accomplish great things. Oh, I could have spent the rest of my life mourning the full use of my right arm, or remaining angry about all the events that led up to that fateful day. Instead, I find that when I remain grateful for everything that happened…miracles appear. Situations and opportunities show up in unexpected ways. The right people show up at the right time.
Gratitude keeps me in the space of knowing that all is ok, and that I survived that shooting for a reason. I have friends and family who support me. My dreams are coming true. I am writing my second book (which is going to kick ass!). And I am given the opportunity to wake up every day and make a difference in the lives of others.
What are YOU grateful for?