I am starting this blog to share my life happenings, projects, and goals. I am currently writing a book so some of the blog postings will be about my story and the book in general. This blog will help me grow as a writer and serve as a practice writing dojo to hone my skills.
There are many other areas of my life that I am sharing including writing music, health & healing, inventing, woodworking, various craft works, finance, stocks, crypto, crypto gaming, sound and video production, photography to name some.
This is my first short post titled “The Beginning”
April 30th 2002 I was working for an engineering firm and had a short day of work because of completing a project early. I was finished before lunch so I left the office and drove to Denver NC to a small musty recording studio to work on some mastering of a country band I recorded the week before.
A former associate came by and asked me as a favor if I would help him put a tarp on a roof that was down the road from the studio. I stopped my work and rode with him to the house. All I had to do was to hand him up the tarp and some old tires to secure the tarp from the wind no big deal "the roof was flat" so I hand up the tires he puts the tarp on everything is fine, I am on the ground bent over picking up some rope that was on the ground and the next thing I know without warning a solid 260 pound man falls off the roof landing on the top of my skull Instantly paralyzing me from the neck down. That part often confuses people when they first hear it and it fails to absorb or process correctly so I will reiterate. I was on the ground walking around picking up debris, I never got on any ladder or roof, the person that was working on the roof fell off of the roof and landed on top of my head breaking my neck.
They say most people pass out when something traumatic as this happens but I remember every nanosecond of the entire event. I thought I was maybe a couple minutes from death at the most but I was able to force myself to breathe even though I couldn’t feel my lungs move, I could talk some and move my eyes but it took every ounce of my concentration to focus on breathing. As I am writing this I am experiencing a flashback of the ambulance ride and simultaneously fighting an anxiety attack by doing some deep controlled breathing techniques that I have learned to do throughout the years.
When you are literally one breath away from death the thoughts in your head are coming at you so fast and from so many directions that the reality you knew and lived in just minutes before is forever changed. I hope none of you reading ever experience this. I remember the very first thing I did was to pray which brought much comfort to me. I had accepted the death that I thought I was experiencing and put everything in God's hands. I was thinking about how to get a message to my mother and hopefully not get her too upset and just countless other things.
To be continued...