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“Why Do We Fall?” This is a question I ask myself every morning. We learn to walk when we are children, and in the history of mankind not a single person has gone their lifetime without falling. It’s part of life, fall down 7 get up 8. Eventually, we learn that one foot in front of the other is as simple as breathing in air to live. Just like any gift it can be taken away. It’s not the fact that we may have fallen, but the way we respond (to it that) defines us.
As a 23 year old I had the world at my feet, I weighed in at 6’8’’ and 220 lbs. I spent my mornings I working out with NFL Legends such as Larry Fitzgerald, Michael Irvin, and Cris Carter. I felt pretty good about where I was in my life and everything I was going to achieve. For me, it was always a popularity contest. I was going through the motions. My grades weren’t the best, yet I told people I was going to be a doctor. I wasn’t the strongest and didn’t care to fix my weaknesses, yet I told everyone I was going to play college football. It was all about the “wow” factor.
July 7, 2012 that all fell to apart. I took a trip to Ann Arbor, Michigan to visit my friend, Shawna. It had been a long time since we had seen each other, and we had always enjoyed going on “adventures” with each other. Little did I know how big of an “adventure” I was about to take. Early in the morning on July 8th we both got the idea to go into an abandoned paper mill in the woods near an apartment complex. We arrived to a decrepit looking building which we estimated to be around 100 years old, which had cinder blocks closing off the only easily accessible entrance. I shimmied my way around the building on a sketchy looking ledge but was sure to hang on tight. The building, from what I remember, was not large by any means. It was a single room, with a small hallway with what appeared to be a crane which we believed moved the materials from place to place attached to a large steel beam. While Shawna and another friend accompanied us were checking out the surrounding building, I got it in my mind to try and climb a large factory window that had all the glass broken out. The bars were solid and melded together, so I began to climb. At 23 years of age, I had always been nervous around heights, so I saw this as a golden opportunity to overcome my fears. I had been up there for some time when I climbed down, and I was more than pleased with myself for facing my fears. So excitedly, I asked if Shawna would take a picture of me overlooking the dam.
She followed me out of the haggard, old building. The last thing I recall was telling her how I had overcome my fear of hei……. And I stopped. “shit.” I thought as I saw the concrete slab rocketing towards my face. I found out later I had been walking across a small walkway, and the bridge had crumbled where my left was foot set. My foot slipped off as I tried to catch my balance on my right leg. After all my training I had been so proud of I expected to catch myself, yet my legs failed me as my face smashed into the walkway I saw a flash of white. Next thing I knew I was already falling and I remember opening my eyes and thinking “Well, this is it. I’m dead now.” As my dear friend Shawna saw my lifeless body crash to the ground she was convinced I was dead. She found a way around the building, and regardless of her own safety she swam against the river current to reach me.
I woke up staring at the bridge, trying to piece together the events leading to me flat on my back with pain coursing through my body. As I leaned on my right wrist to stand, I realized my wrist was broken. I repeated this again on the left side as well, and came up with the same result. Both of my wrists were broken. So, as soon as I got my feet under me I stood up and turned to find Shawna. I couldn’t tell you whose face was more pale, but I instantly felt as if I had ruined the entire week. I did my best to act normal, so I gave her a hug and brushed off what had just happened. I had blood streaming down my face and had no use of my hands. Next, we had to find a way out of this “hole”. Shawna grabbed one arm, and our friend Emily grabbed the other. Gradually, we made our way across the river. At 6’8’’ I was the only one who could touch the bottom of the river. So, I walked them across and promptly began trying to lighten the mood. I asked to be taken back to the Hotel. I had been completely knocked out and I wasn’t entirely aware of the severity of the situation. Finally, I reluctantly told her that I would have to go to a VA hospital. The entire trek back to the car was around a mile and a half, but luckily we made it without much trouble.
The next day I woke up with bandages around both arms, and a decent gash on my head. As the doctors explained what had happened, my mind instantly turned to the road I had ahead of me. The doctors said I would be lucky to get 70% movement back in my wrists, and that most of my sport playing days and hopes of one day fighting in the UFC or playing college football were finished. In all I had 2 broken wrists, a broken neck, and a collapsed lung. They painted a very different future for me than I had imagined for myself. For the next 3 months I had little use of either hand. My right wrist took the brunt of the fall and I had several dislocated bones and torn tendons. Simply eating, or using a fork/spoon were a daily struggle. As I laid in bed for the next 5 months, I became rather bitter and angry at the world for taking away my only real talents. I went from working out 3 times a day and having all my dreams within reach, to not being able to feed myself. I struggled for answers and one night while watching the movie Batman Begins an answer came to me…. “Why do we fall?”
I had seen the movie a multitude of times, but just now I heard what it was saying… “Why do we fall? To pick ourselves back up.” Alfred says to Bruce just after he has fallen into a well. He gave the answer so instinctively, almost as if the 2 went together. I began thinking deeper, of course we pick ourselves back up. The deeper I thought about it the more I realized that the point he was trying to make wasn’t so simple. How we respond to falling, its not just that we stand back up, but that we learn from our falling. We all have bad days from time to time, but do we continue to stay bitter and live our lives angry at the world? Or is there a way to turn this around?
I knew I needed a new start if I was going to turn this accident into a blessing, so as soon as I could when I was released form bed rest October 16, 2012 I moved to Austin, TX to build a new life for myself. I had originally moved there with the promise of going back to school to become a doctor, but as I found myself working at Life Time Fitness in North Austin, I began to have constant, nagging pain. Soon, I began researching ways to deal with the pain. I met more and more incredible people I was able to share my story with who had similar issues with pain. Over the course of the next 2 years, I did loads of research with the goal of fixing not only my pain, but the pain that everyone deals with on a constant, daily basis. The days I didn’t have work, I would spend my days up at the gym learning, working thought what was effective and what wasn’t. Sometimes I would spend upwards of 8 hours at the gym on these days. My roommate at the time, Dylan, was an integral part to this process as well. After these long days working to learn the human body and the way it worked and what it needed to function normally we would have conversations in depth to determine how to best work on the body. One day I remember him saying,” Why don’t you come to work at lifetime with me? You have the mental acumen; I think you would be a great trainer!” He mentioned he had already spoken to his boss and convinced him to give me a shot.
As I went in for my first interview I was more nervous than I had been in years, I didn’t realize at the time that it was a practical interview. I had no idea how to be a trainer, so the interview didn’t go well. However, during the interview I had managed to point out a lot of the interviewer’s weaknesses, and where he had been having some pain issues. The items we went over ended up actually fixing a lot of his issues he had been having, many of the techniques he still uses to this day. Brian (the interviewer) that day had been a trainer for 25+ years and had never seen these techniques used so effectively. He said he didn’t think I was not yet ready but he was blown away by my ability to see and fix these issues. A few weeks later after working with my roommate to improve my weaknesses I was hired as a Personal Trainer for Life Time fitness where over the next 20 months I learned more than I could have ever imagined and met some of the most incredible people I could have thought I would meet. In this time, I also realized I wanted to go back to school and learn everything there is to know about the body, so that I can continue to use this newfound talent, one that when I fell back in 2012 I didn’t know I had in me. I look back on that moment, and I think about what could have been but what I never thought I would say was that I don’t regret going through all of that. That fall taught me how to get up, and so now when I ask myself “why do we fall?” I know and can answer with absolute confidence “to pick ourselves back up. torn tendons. Simply eating, or using a fork/spoon were a daily struggle. As I laid in bed for the next 5 months, I became rather bitter and angry at the world for taking away my only real talents. I went from working out 3 times a day and having all my dreams within reach, to not being able to feed myself. I struggled for answers and one night while watching the movie Batman Begins an answer came to me…. “Why do we fall?”
As I went in for my first interview I was more nervous than I had been in years, I didn’t realize at the time that it was a practical interview. I had no idea how to be a trainer, so the interview didn’t go well. However, during the interview I had managed to point out a lot of the in