It was October 1st, 2015. I was just coming out of an all-time low depression, and I realized something had to change. I moved my little family to a new city with a new job, and had just started my 4th day at community college.
At 10:23 gunfire broke out and I witnessed a mass shooting that took the lives of 9 colleagues just on the other side of a wall.
That day, I thought I might never get to hold my wife in my arms again. I saw my son's smile as I ran, thinking it might be my last image of him.
...I thank God that I'm able to write this today.
After the chaos settled, I learned two things.
One... Every single day is a gift.
I pray that you never need to have a life-altering event to realize this. Through tragedy, I learned how short life really is and that I'm never promised tomorrow. I feel it's my responsibility, to make sure that I live life to the fullest, for those who are not with us today.
It's my calling to help others discover their true worth and live their own comeback story.
Two... I can no longer be the victim.
My depression was real and it sucks to struggle with it, but I was not doing my part in fighting it, I wasn’t taking responsibility for my emotions, and it was taking a toll on my family - the people I cared about most. That wasn’t the Dad or husband I wanted to be.
You see, I was always waiting for things to get better... waiting for things to change until one night when I was at at all-time-low, my wife realized that she couldn’t save me. It wasn’t her responsibility. She told me she would always be there for me and I would always have her support. But ultimately, my life was in my own hands. I had the wake up call that I wasn’t always the victim and something had to change. I was sick and tired of hitting low after low. I had nowhere to go but up. I had to get better.