God is good

 

There's a reason I go as hard as I do.

When you get second chances, you don't play around with them. You take full advantage once you realize everything can be gone in the blink of an eye.

Today marks 15 years since this life altering accident.

Since a truck pulling cement smashed into the passenger side where I was sitting and totally changed my life.

15 years.

15 years of still dealing with the traumatic effects of that day.

15 years of still dealing with the anxiety of getting into a car.

15 years of panicking whenever someone looks like they're about to plow into my side of the car.

15 years of dealing with the pain from the herniated discs that now reside in my neck and back as well as the fibromyalgia that's developed as a result of the impact.

15 years of gripping the door until my knuckles turn white for fear I'm going to get into another accident.

15 years of remembering over and over again, that if I hadn't laid my seat back like I always do, I could've been dead.

15 years.

Still feels like it just happened.

Even so, God is STILL good. 🙌🏾

Thank God I'm still here.

So, why do I go so hard?

I was given a second chance; I'm not about to fumble that blessing.