"You've been busy."
That's what my surgeons said when they walked into my hospital room the day my mom hung the article on the wall...
How do we move forward?
My road came to an unexpected halt on November 9, 2010.
That morning, I was bicycling to work when a garbage truck turned across a city bike lane. I was in that bike lane.
I was critically injured in the accident. A team of trauma surgeons saved my life, but they had to amputate my left leg. I had a long road ahead of me, physically and emotionally, yet I was grateful to be alive.
An ending can be a beginning too. I started over.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
Gradually I learned to walk again. So I began counting steps. Then miles.
Over time, that journey turned a corner. It became less about my own recovery and more about resilience -- the connection we all share.
Ten years later, I still take one step at a time. Yes, there are bumps in the road, but each step means rising to new challenges, adapting to change, and moving forward with hope.
Are you on your own journey?
WALK WITH ME.