At my worst times I feel at least one of the 6 emotions. FEAR, SCARED, BROKEN, LOST, CONFUSED, SAD. Sometime I feel one at a time or all at the same time. I have a disease know as anxiety. But I don't use that as my excuse to not do things that others can. I CONSTANTLY push my self to exceed what others have set as my goals. To prove them wrong! I have also realized that that's not always possible because sometimes are harder then others.
To begin........... When I was about 7 years old I lost my grandma due to a heart attack. That was probably the most horrific thing I had gone thru at that time. But about 2 years later my mom and my dad had gotten some call regarding my moms dad stating that he not not come to work and was not answering the phone. So my mom and dad decided to go over there and check the walked in a found my pawpaw dead due to a stroke. Then I really feel lost, because my pawpaw was somebody I looked up too and spent many days with. I thought that was the worst thing possible...until this. When my pawpaw died Christmas was approaching. We had a great Christmas with many friends and family. But 2 days later my life had completely changed. One morning my dad was leaving with his 2 friends and my older brother to go duck hunting. On the way there they got into a major wreck. I fact a fourty car pileup in NewOrleans. My dad tells me stories of what it was like sitting there knowing he was helpless knowing that the wreck had takin the life of his bestfriend almost killed him, his other friend, and his son. My dad and his friend Scott had been rushed to the hospital song with my brother. My dad and Scott had been put in a room where no one thought they would live. But my dad continued to believe and didn't lose hope. He and Scott survived my dad with 4 broken ribs, broken leg, abrasion on the top of his eyebrow, but Scott came out with a shattered pelvis, and my brother had a broken back with a few scraps. During the time this was going on I had no idea this was going on . Because when I woke up I was told my mom had to go get my dad and his people because they had a flat tire. When my mom came home that night she told us the truth tha my dad had been in a wreck. After I was told this I started to stay with family members till one day I was told I could go see my dad a month later. So I wasn't allowed in the ICU so I got to see my dad as he was coming back from a checkup on a bed in the elevator. But I can safely say that God got me through with out thinking the scariest thought........"my dads gonna die". And I thank the lord for that
In memory of Uncle Mike love you and will add more to my book later sorry it's not so organized yet but someday it will thanks for reading! xoxoxo
