My story is INCREDIBLY long. Fortunately, given quite a few years to practice it, I can tell it in almost no time at all. So here it goes.

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I had a massive brain bleed.

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And that's that! Just kidding. 

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The best place to read about my injury is in my mom's eventual book. Contained in those pages is the heart wrenching tale that, fortunately, I mostly slept through.

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My recovery though, I lived through all of that. 

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Throughout my recovery, I had astronomical amounts of help. From surgeons, to nurses, to therapists, to coaches, to teachers, to parents, to priests, to classmates. I am at a point in my life where I am so grateful for all of the aid I received. And I am struggling to find what my purpose in life is.

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Therefore, I have decided that my purpose in life is to pass on all of the aid I have received, rather than to hoard it selfishly. 

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In addition to my time in the hospital, I have over a decades worth of experience at just generally recovering. I have written a book about my experiences, but I also would love the opportunity to personally craft my message to help others. 

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In regards to who can make strides from my help, that list is endless. I invite anyone to reach out to me and we can talk!

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