I can say not being a quitter as well.
Had I quit after my traumatic brain injury,I would not be where I am today
I got to experience being clinically dead twice...two times,I traveled to the next progression of where life leads a person. I returned to experience what life is really all about and became a kinder,gentler person compared to who I used to be. Fifty years is not a long time as I reflect on how fast it went by,but as rich as my life experiences were,I would not feel slighted it it ended tomorrow.
At times,I find it difficult to place total trust in medical professionals after seeing the botched methods they used on their crash test dummy from the real world. I was forced to learn life lessons in a few short years that most will never learn in an entire lifetime. That in itself makes me special and something I take pride in.
A person must consider that no matter how bad their life seems,there are many others who are worse off than they are.
I remember a morning after I was released from a five month live in brain injury rehabilitation facility.
There was a session of about one hour where I thought that life as I knew it had ended and cried like a baby...there were many obstacles to overcome,a broken brain,a Frankenstein like scar and indentation that covers half my forehead,crossed eyes from a poorly formed eye-socket,near total paralysis of my left arm,the inability to read and extreme difficulty in walking from both atrophy of my muscles and a lack of balance that looked like a set of challenges I was not up to...it was my first and only breakdown I had concerning my injuries. After drying up my tears of sorrow for myself,I sat upright and said out loud to myself, "get your sh*t together motherf*cker,you never quit on me before,you aren't allowed to quit now"
From that day forward,I have made many great strides and have overcome most of my obstacles. As a biker kind of guy,I wear my bandanna pulled down low to cover my nasty scar...I don't appear much different than before.
After about 1,000 word search puzzles were completed,reading got easier again and I broke out my computer to polish my act.
Shear determination was the driving force to fix my own arm...one armed guys cannot do it all,I needed it back...it is back and strong as ever
The walking part was a walk in the park so to speak,first with a dog that is special to me and then on my own as a determined individual who wanted to be whole again.
After walking became less of struggle,I climbed onto my bicycle and mastered it again...less than two years after my accident,I rode the same Harley-Davidson that tried to kill me...not bad for a man that the pros and family wrote off and had removed from life support...
I will soon turn 55 and realize that my world will become more difficult each passing day,but will never quit at anything again...I hope that twenty years from now,I can tell you about my 75th birthday party...
My renewed life should be an inspiration to those who have troubles to overcome,no matter how slight they appear to others or difficult they appear to yourself