My story is mix up, my blog is about makeup, my life, inspiring people, the temple, getting bless, the gym and etc. These things I love, I am so sorry it’s mix up. So much bloggers inspire me, like yesterday night I was reading blogs on workouts. I plan to post workout pictures too. You guys inspire me!!! π€πͺ
This is after my Cambodian ceremony. I was in 6th grade, I came home from the hospital on December. I’m trying to get use to getting around on a wheelchair. My first couple of days was hard on me. Well my mom and I was home. Knock, knock, knock, my mom open the door. I was getting tutored. Ms.Santagotta, she was a Bridgham Middle school teacher. Before my incident, I was accepted to Gilbert Middle school. Most of my friends were accepted in Bridgham, I was confuse and happy knowing she taught in that school. I might end up going to that school. I love Ms.Santagotta, every afternoon when her students leave for lunch, she comes to my house. Some weekends she came too. My family love her. My mom started babysitting Melissa, she was adorable. I never can catch up to her on my wheelchair. π i learned how to crawl from my Therapist. I would let my mom put her on my wheelchair and strap her in. She ran to much. Ms.Santagotta loved her. I decided to write about my incident and what I remembered that day. I had Simon, my brother typed it.
Ms.Santagotta came to my house and my mom gave her my incident pages. She cried, I remember thinking I misspelled so much words, my story was no good. My mom gave her pictures of me taken on July 19. Ms.Santagotta said I am so bless and lucky to have parent that care and that she’s glad I am alive. A vessel randomly burst in my head.
To be continued…
Rather than limit yourself in what you write about think of it as your Lifestyle blog. All about life, you and what You Love!
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Yes π!!! Thank you
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I am so sorry you have had to go through this. I am glad you had a team around you to cope.
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Awh I was a sad person, I looked at my life after coma as punishment and it’s still insane to me how my mood changed over the years.
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I would imagine anyone coming out of a coma would be angry as the brain must have been seriously affected. I am glad you have been working through life to get to the point where you are now. π
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When I wokeup, other patience in the hospital most of them lost there memory. I was in it for 3 months and remember things when I woke.
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Thank God. I would think waking up with no memory would be terrifying.
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It would, at the hospital payience were calling there mom with names that wasnt there names.
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Did that make being there extra hard on you?
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Im glad that the first word I said was ma. I call my mom that. π i love my mom so much.
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Aw. That must have meant the world to her. I am so glad she got you back. Now you are helping others. She must be so proud.
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When I learn how to talk I ask my mom, why did god let me remember my childhood and incident thinking I’ll never get better. God is great!!!
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Yes He is, and I am so glad He was there to help you. The thing I always remember when times are hard like that, is that God is the one who cares about you and is there for you. God really is good, even in our most terrifying moments.
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I am here because I have a inspirational story to inspire others with, hopefully my story is being pass around, never give up on life.
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