Starting Monday I’ll start blogging about my obstacles, writing about the day I woke up from coma. I think it’s interesting, I am inspiring others everywhere with it. I hope I inspire or motivate you guys as well. Before getting stronger at the gym, I was a sad person. I was always frowning in the inside, the outside I was smiling. What did I do in the past to deserve this, remembering my incident, bullying, I felt like my relationship with my family wasn’t the same, my teen years are gone because I was on a wheelchair. Now I am improving at the gym, babysteps. (Look up, smiling) life is so good, god is so good. God chose this life for me 😊I now have a tattoo of a lotus and the date of my incident on my ankle, I have battle scars. I’m proud to walk with a few of my scars, tattoos, wheelchair or walker. I still get around with a walker. Off topic, but the Hercule filter on Snapchat, is my favorite. I think it represents my strength, don’t give up on your goal.