When I was younger, I lost all my baby pictures. It really sucks when you can’t show anyone what you looked like as a baby, especially when they pull out their own photos.
I went on my baby brother’s Facebook page and was shocked to see this picture of me, age 4, with my step dad, Donnie Simons. Thanks to my brother for having it!
My left leg now equipped with a metal rod, metal plate, and several sets of metal pins, sure to entertain metal detectors
I’m freaking tired of your hateful attitude and how you talk to me. Acting like everything is all my fault. And when I try to help you, I get nothing but disrespectful bullshit. So when I get my accident settlement, I will do what you suggested and shove it up my ass and leave.
On March 15, 2017, I woke up just like any other day. I ate, applied for a few jobs online, then after noticing that I was nearly out of food and other necessities, I went to the median near my place to fly a sign. I got there, put my bag down, and held up the sign. That’s all I remember before waking up in the middle of the road, screaming to anyone who might hear to please help me. A lady came to me and I told her to please not let me die. This woman said she would stay until the ambulance arrived, stroking my hair and praying for me. Then for the first time ever, it happened. I felt no pain and I heard a soft voice telling me that he was with me and I was surrounded in his love. I knew that God had my back. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world. I spent three weeks in the hospital and I have a surgeon appointment for Monday April 24, where I will find out when I can start learning to walk again. I’m so fortunate to be here writing this. God Bless you all!