On June 9th, 2015 I finally made the major step to fix the damage done by my own inner stubborn battle. On my own, I had been trying to heal a persistent pressure wound on my hip for about a year and a half and in an instant it had gotten well out of my control. I had to give in, ultimately wave the white flag and get better advice than what I knew.

Late Thursday night, at about 1:00 am my girlfriend gets a phone call from an unknown number where a man explains that her son has been in an accident, but he is ok. After scrambling to find a ride, we end up meeting her son at the local emergency room where the paramedics have already delivered him. After a brief checkup, the docs send him on his way. Luckily, with no bumps or bruises and a prescription for soreness over the next few days.