Fallen Heroes
I remember clearly thinking that I wish I could change my life the morning before the accident. Nothing was unusual about that morning, nothing that could possibly foreshadow the accident and the hell that would follow. I simply woke up, opened my eyes and thought, “Dear Lord, please change my life.” Before rolling out of bed, I laughed to myself, thinking of something I heard my pastor say.
“Watch what you pray for, you could get it.”
I got it.
My life changed.
I’ve officially joined the league of fallen heroes. Today, I feel like the president and worst ever candidate for a special hall of shame and infamy for people who have made a living on a pedestal, and who have come crashing down. It’s a long fall. My granddaddy would say don’t let people build you up so high, because the same people who put you p there, will kick you down.
Cynical old man. Wise old man.
All I know is that accident changed my life. And today, I am a hero no more.
