My Motorcycle Injuries

There was a period of time after the accident when I felt the need to prove things to the world around me. I sought to establish my victory over all of the adversity and physical setbacks that I was facing. I worked hard to conquer the injuries from my motorcycle accident and always measured each day according to my progress. Unfortunately, I thought that I had to prove to the people around me that I was someone who had overcome the beating that I took with the accident, so I would talk to them about how well I was doing and how fit I had become. Over time, I learned something. What I learned was that I didn't need to prove anything. Not to anyone, and not to myself. I know who I am, what I'm capable of doing, and what it takes to find a sense of satisfaction within my own heart. I once felt that I needed to prove something, but I was wrong. The only thing that I need to prove involves the ability to live life with or without physical progress. I have moved forward with my life...

A short time before the accident I bought a couple of pairs of identical work boots on a buy one, get one half-off sale. They were actually my second and third pairs of the same boots. I know that it makes me sound a little weird, but I used that particular brand of boots every weekday for the sake of maintenance work at the church property and I really liked them. I was wearing the original pair when I got into the motorcycle accident, and the rescue workers must have cut them off because I never got them back. I tried to wear a pair of the new ones to work a few times about a year after the accident, but they felt so heavy and cumbersom on my bad leg that I switched to sneakers. I don’t do as much maintenance work at the church anymore, so no biggie, but I remember thinking that I was stuck with these two pairs of new work boots because I would never have any use for them again. Yeah, that's them. The boots still feel a bit heavy on my one leg, but I do wear them occasionally. I ...