09/13/2026
As I sit here, listening to the breeze rolling through the treetops, I relive the day when fate almost tore my head off. Not shy to say, there are tears on my cheeks.
Most days, I don't remember what I did 10 minutes ago. But I remember that moment in time. Vividly. I remember the CRACK of the tree as it let loose from where it was caught up. I remember watching it coming straight for my head at breakneck speed (that's kinda funny because it DID break my neck). I remember turning my head sideways in an effort to avoid being hit. I remember the THUD when it hit me. I remember. The sting, the pain and the darkness that followed. And I also remember waking up, all alone, in a crumpled mess and a pool of blood.
How I managed to crawl out on the thick brush on my hands and knees with a broken back and neck, a big gash on my head, remains a mystery today.
After I got to my phone and dialed 911, ambulance and police arrived quickly. And as they were prepping me for the cruise to the hospital I overheard one cop say to another as they went to view the accident scene "How did he make it outta there? How is he not dead?"
I dunno. 🤷♂️🤣
Your guess is as good as mine.
I'm not religious in any way.
But I do believe that when someone leaves us, the intensity of their being remains in our world for awhile. After all, someone's presence on earth for so many years can't be extinguished immediately.
Mom had passed away 2 weeks prior to this happening. She had been laid to rest. She was gone. But not really gone. The care and attention and nurturing that she put into raising her family remained.
She was still out there, somewhere.
Did she pick me up and bring me to safety?
Realistically, of course not.
Without knowing any other way that I could have mustered up the fortitude to get out on my own, maybe?
But I'm still not religious.
Nor will I ever be.
I just like to think that someone cared enough to give me a second chance.
Remember...
Live life. It's a mistake not to.
