It all started march 27th 2007, it was a regular day just like any other. Going to work was something I looked forward to, I loved my job and through experience I haven't heard that much from anyone. I always had a job in a fast paced work environment and enjoyed working with my hands. There wasn't many things that could slow me down. Until one Friday getting everything ready for Saturday, that all changed in a huge and major way. I was a custom kitchen maker, my main job was to shape the designs of what people wanted their kitchen to look like. Cabinet doors were my specialty.
           The Friday started like every other day, working hard to get the cabinets done on time as they were needed. A good day like always so I figured I would get ahead of the game and be ready for Saturday. As the day came to an end about twenty minutes to four during my setup I see the wood go flying through the air. Now from my knowledge if the wood goes flying it can only mean a couple of things. One there was a knot in the wood, the wood had a split in the middle, or in my case you got hurt really bad. It took a second and thank god I didn't feel anything at first but yes my hand was ripped apart. I was able to remain calm so I could get first aid and rush to the hospital. I always went into work with the plan of ten fingers in and ten fingers out, I guess there was a different plan for me. With the help of great doctors they did a good job in fixing my hand it doesn't look no where near as bad. I just wish they could've fixed the movement and the pain. After the third surgery and many months of rehab it is what it is, I was left with not being able to use my hand very much and a twenty four hour pain schedule. This then turned into a two year battle with depression which I can gladly say I have the upper hand. I still have some anxiety and stressful thoughts about it all, after all no more hockey,boxing or working at the job that I loved my career. All in all I believe things happen for a reason sometimes I still wonder why, but it gave me time with my daughter.
           Now I'm almost finished school, another road that was scary at first after all I'm an adult. With the anxiety as well it was not an easy thing to get into. I tried to look at it in the way of making my life better, gain more knowledge after all I can't work with my hands anymore so it's the best way to go. I was able to get my diploma that I have been putting off for a long time now, which also gives me the leverage for my daughter to finish school and hopefully go to collage. I also took a computer course, after all they are taking over, and received my certificate. I must say there is no better feeling than going into something and coming out on top. I've been able to make a website with the help of one of the best teachers I've ever had. All the teachers in the road of gaining knowledge have been great, I feel if all teachers were like the ones I've had here it would be a better world. I've met a lot of good people through this rough time and they've all been through the same thing, in a different way. I wouldn't be blogging right now if it wasn't for one of these great people. She's made a big difference in my thinking. There is also a teacher that unfortunately I wasn't able to be one of his students, but he has really changed my mind and gave me reason to never stop being me. It's been overall a learning experience pardon the pun, I gave it my all ,and I do have more now then I had. I met and made good friends that I will do my best to keep in touch and I hope they all succeed because I know I will no matter what.