My face was scarred beyond recognition.
My head and neck bashed into the windshield at full speed.
I couldn't speak clearly for more than a month.
Life was in crisis.
One after the other.
But one thing kept revealing itself.
Over and over it kept shining brilliantly.
Love from family, friends, nurses.
I learned to always strive to become better at loving.
Even those that I don't wanna love.
That's how I'd get better.
How I'd become better, too.
By embracing the possibility of sharing the love in my heart.
Maybe someone else could get better if I gave as much love away.
As much as I received.
As much as I could.
It saved my life.
It saved my aching soul.