Before my accident, I kept saying the same thing to myself: I want to be in the best shape of my life when I turn 60. I meant it. I was hiking, walking, going to the gym. I was building strength in my body and imagining a future where I kept getting stronger, not weaker. Then the accident happened. I was still 59. I turned 60 in a hospital bed. I lost a leg. I fractured my other leg in multiple places. I broke ribs. I had vertebrae injuries. My body went into heart and kidney failure. Pain became constant, not occasional. Everything I thought I was building… was suddenly gone. And for a long time, I couldn’t understand something: If I was focusing on health, strength, and vitality… how did I end up here? I used to think maybe I did something wrong. Maybe I thought wrong. Maybe I “manifested” the wrong thing. But I’m starting to see something different now. Life isn’t a formula where good thoughts guarantee safe outcomes. Bodies exist in a world where accidents happen, s...
This tough economy has been both a blessing and a curse. With all the extra time on my hands, I've been forced to reflect on where I've been, where I am now, and where I'm headed. I've been taking stock of my life skills, gifts, and talents, and exploring ways to repackage, remarket, or even separate them to provide better value and service to those who need them. I've also realized that some of the challenges I've overcome can be used to benefit others in the future. This period has pushed me to reassess my path, utilize all my abilities, and once again reinvent myself—like a phoenix rising from the ashes—into a new path.