I won’t feel comfotable traveling

When I woke up at Boston Hospital from coma, I was getting better, I wokeup not able to talk or move, but i was getting better fast. I was getting around in a wheelchair. Still am, but I don’t need to Well my mom stayed in the hospital with me during coma for months with noone to talk to. She doesn’t speak good English. I’m a huge mama’s girl. She lost so muçh for me, my family lost so much for me. At Boston hospital, the nurses took some patients to pick apples at  a farm. My mom was pushing my wheelchair crying, kids were running yelling”Mom mom!” I could talk, from that day on I don’t want to travel. Travel to me is vacation. I let my family travel, I just don’t.


Author: officiallythyda

My life was heading in the right direction. I was liked, I had so much friends, I was talented. Then on July 19, 2003 a vessel burst in my head and I fell into a 3 month coma. I woke up and was layying on a bed, in an empty room. I heard Beep Beep Beep! I heard a cry and moved my pupils to find my mom crying looking out the window. What happen? I couldn't talk or move my body. I found out I was in coma, I was at the hospital. Waking up was a mistake, why did god choose me to be handicap and noone else? I leave the hospital still so weak on a wheelchair, I went through so much to be where I am today. God knows what he's doing, be patient Right now I inspire a good amount of people. I go to Planet Fitness, I go to the gym with my wheelchair, the trainer or someone put weights on my chair and I walk around the gym with it. Life is so good, everything happens for a reason. Follow me!

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