Death is my Favorite Teacher
The hardest lessons don’t come from books. They come from blood.
As a teenager, I ruptured my spleen. The hospital didn’t take me seriously because I told them I ruptured my spleen. The doctor asked me if I was a doctor…
I laid there for four hours, bleeding internally, feeling weaker by the minute.
By the time they acted, I was almost gone.
They life-flighted me out. Cut me open. Left me with 39 staples down my stomach.