Being pulled from my car, I was disoriented—shocked. The smell of smoke still burned my nose and lungs. Lying on the ground, injured, I prayed and thought, If this is it…
Thirty seconds later, the car exploded. Thirty seconds.
In that moment, I realized just how grateful I am to be alive.
Laying in the hospital bed, I knew I had two choices:
I could live in anger about what happened…or I could live in gratitude for what didn’t.
I chose gratitude and every day since, I’ve worked to show it. That moment of gratitude changed my life for the better.
Because when you’ve been given more time, you realize, it’s all a gift.