Updated: Aug 17, 2021
Some say that all things happen for a reason. That there is a season for everything. For some, those seasons are filled with joy and happiness. For others, sorrow and depression. See, I found during my long journey that perhaps both sides of the coin are needed to become whole. We all have our bad days. But why? Well, I'll tell you what I believe.
I believe that we have these bad days to help us remember who we truly are and who we're meant to be. They remind us that however bad these days may be, they remind us how incredible the good days genuinely are.
See, last year, I died of Covid-19. I flatlined and was barely revived. I had the worst case of Covid the hospital had ever seen. In fact, I am the poster child for miraculous recoveries there still to this day. This is nothing to be proud of. I died. But it is something to be grateful for because from that death, I was reborn.
I had to learn how to walk again. How to bend, how to use my hands and speak. All these little things we all take for granted daily I lost. Because of some fantastic people, I was able to get back to my normal state of being, but I still needed help.
As fate would lead me, I found Trevor, and together, he is further helping my progress. I am grateful for him and this opportunity to promote my continuing journey to become the man I was intended to be.
SO, where am I at now? Well, Before I died, I was a nice built 235lb 6ft male. I was built like a linebacker in football. When my mother got sick, I fell into a depression and gained weight. COvid then hit me, and I was done.
Fortunately, I came back, and now I am fully committed to getting back to where I was pre-pandemic. Today I'm at 285lb. I've lost a lot since I got out of the hospital. And now Trevor is my guide, motivating me and pushing me to my limits.
I have a plan. A Goal and a mission, and with his help, I WILL get there. If I can defy everything, the doctors had told me that I would never be able to do. Yes, they said to me that I would never walk again. Never talk normal again. I would need oxygen and kidney dialysis for the rest of my life. I refused to believe that. My Faith and trust pushed me to the limits, and I am now writing this blog.
Not because I feel that I need to but to serve as an inspirational tool for many. To show them that sometimes the skies must darken before the stars can shine through. But more so as a record to remind me of what I have overcome. So please join me on my continuing journey—one of getting back my physical health to peak performance.
And if you need anything, I am always here to lend an ear. More to come; the Swimming pool awaits after a long day at the gym!