I dated a French woman for awhile when I was stationed in Germany. Claire.
Claire VoYent.

I couldn't surprise her with anything. It's like she knew.

---I told that joke earlier at a different website and it bombed.

But seriously folks, yesterday was the 3 year anniversary of my second birthday. Some of you know my story so you can fast foward through this part.

6 Oct 05. I had lost a great job that I loved, lost my home, and it had been a couple of weeks since my wife had left me. So as I had done so many times before, I started hitting the bottle at breakfast. Later that afternoon, I got in my car for a ride.

I don't call what happened an 'accident'. Because I hadn't accidentally become a worthless drunk and I didn't accidentally plow head first into oncoming traffic. I praise God each day the other driver walked away with just some bumps and scrapes. I on the other hand got what I deserved.

Shattered ankle.
Broke tibia and fibia.
Tore meniscus in knee.
Tore PCL behind knee.
Broke femur.
Shattered pelvis.
Broke a piece off L4 vertabrae.
Broke 4 ribs.
Concusion.
Coma for 6 days.
Two and a half months in two different hospitals.

I was able to think back over the years and draw a straight line from everything incredibly stupid I had done and connect it to my drinking.

The hip never healed right. I got the ossification (excesive bone growth) and now avascular necrosis (the bone is now dying), which is why I'm in a wheelchair now.
Moose frightened of big words, so I threw the definitions in for free.

The Wreck in the car became the punctuation for the wreck my life had turned into. I was a weekend drinker until the MS dx reared it's head. Then liquor became my escape everyday. All because I was a coward and too weak to FIGHT BACK. I was afraid of MS and what it would do.

People have said that MS is a MonSter.
No.
It is a MouSe, a pest to dealt with accordingly.

Sober now,
I
am the monster that MS fears.

With The Wreck, I feel The Man Upstairs stepped in and said, "Knock it off, you hard headed rascal"!
I'm still not sure what He wants of me, but I know I have to be sober to get it done.

Please keep in mind, I am not fishing for sympathy or even compliments. --I've had a drink or three since The Wreck, and save your pity for those who need it. I just hope telling my story will have a positive impact on you.

I even have pics of me and the car on the myspace.
I'm even thin in them.

OK! FINE!

Thin-er.

Always glad to hear another drunk is on the sober track.

I'm foggier than normal tonite, yet I am sober too. And I find it harder and harder to believe in accidents and coincidences.

And your opening joke ain't bad, either.

Thanks for sharing.

Jeff

I've seen the pics, Moose...

Your story, combined with the imagery....Moving! Inspiring...

Seems to be a week of reflective 3's....

Thanks for this

Amazing story. Glad you are here to tell it.

Thank you God, for our Moose