Every year on this day, I share a piece of me with The World. Why? You may ask. Well when you encounter a life changing situation like I did, you feel compelled to let The World know how much of a bad-ass you are 😎. I gotta admit that I was hesitant to write this particular one; a huge thank you to my very supportive friends who encouraged me to proceed with it. As I get older, I realize how much my “incident” shaped me into who I am today, and how much my good friends need to learn/understand this side of me.. Because honestly “this” has a lot to do with how I operate today.
Meeting new people is always a process for me because I’ll get asked questions, which means that I have to revisit that fateful day which has made this story a part of my introduction. Well my good friends, on this blessed day April 8th, 12 years ago…. I almost lost my right hand by accidentally getting pushed through a glass window, which severed my tendons, nerves, and arteries (therefore limiting my abilities to use my right hand). That incident was my Primary reason for coming to the U.S. After 7 surgeries (which included 3 skin grafting around my groin/abdomen), I stopped receiving treatment… Why? See when you accept your fate in life, you just have to let go of certain things that binds you to something that have caused you so much pain. Of Course that was not my best decision because I still very much need to have some more reconstruction done… However, I will cross that bridge when I get to it.
From the point I accepted that my life will never be the same, life got a lot easier in the sense that I learnt to work with the current situation at hand. My mother taught me how to write and make use of my left hand, which is now my dominant hand. I guess it is true that being left-handed uses the creative side of your brain….. See, right after my initial surgery in Africa, I started drawing on everything I could put my hand on (the left one Of Course 😉) which prompted my mother to buy me a drawing pad. From then on, I excelled in art in my former High School in Mesquite, and I guess that’s where my make up artistry skills alongside other skills derived from. I get asked a lot, if I was presented the opportunity to change the appearance of my hand, will I do it? Truth is that I probably won’t, now if the opportunity was presented to get rid of the pain I face in the coldest of winter or the hottest of summer, I will definitely jump on that! All I’m trying to say is, I have accepted that this is ME!
Today, for the first time ever, I have decided to share with you all a picture of my hand. This is not a pity post, so please, don’t feel sorry for me. I may have it worse than some people, but a lot of people have it worst than me. To everybody suffering from an ailment/disability e.t.c.. Always remember that “everything happens for a reason” and that God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers. I write this to inspire. We all face obstacles that deter us from our dreams, does that means we should give up? Absolutely not. It only means we have to work twice as hard to make those dreams a reality.
My dear friends, I promised myself I would not make this post a lengthy one, so I will stop here for now. Just be aware that this is merely a quarter of my journey. Next time you see me, don’t be shy to ask about my hand, staring at it only makes the situation more awkward. Stay blessed readers!