MAKE EVERYDAY BETTER THAN THE LAST...I KNOW I'M NOT PERFECT, BUT I'M GETTIN BETTER EVERY DAY!RIGHT NOW....I want to continue to enhance my film/TV production expertise, I am currently working on developing 2 documentaries, and a few film projects. My weapon of chioce...the SONY HDR FX1Beyond that I want to continue to live a more abundant life...which means more dancing, dirtbikes, pit-bull rescue, Jujitsu, kickboxing, writing, some good ass scotch wit my good-ass people and I plan to challange myself more in tha '07!!!Here is a little story about me! “Calm down!†the dark haired doctor yelled, as he held me down on the pavement. I remember the hounds tooth pattern on his blazer, as I ripped it, clutching on to him for dear life. I could hear a lady speaking to a 911 operator on her cell phone, describing the accident, my current location and what had happened. On September 13th, a cloudy day at 6:30 pm., I was headed to a meeting with a director, about a film which was to start production that following month. I was never going to have that meeting. Cruising up York ave., headed to my new apartment on 88th street, I had the green light, and the right-of-way. My Suzuki M50 black custom cruiser thundering through traffic, I saw the taxi, but he did not see me. As I approached the intersection, I saw the taxi inch up to the stoplight, and make a complete stop, as to give me the right of way, myself going straight, him crossing my path. At the last second, his taxi lurched forward. I was surrounded on all sides by vehicles, yet I still tried to evade the inevitable. I braced for the impact, everything and nothing flooding my mind, the world went into slow motion, and the taxi hit the left side of my bike and the left side of my body. I was fucked! Pain like I have never felt and terror like I never hoped. All I could think was “don’t look downâ€, but in my hysteria, and very much by accident, I glimpsed at my left leg, and my fears were confirmed. My foot was turned all the way to the right, and my leg was turned out to the left. I though I lost my leg. I was fucked. In the emergency room they began slitting open all of my clothes. Lying naked in the middle of a crowded room, I had never, in my life, felt smaller. Having placed a towel over crotch and a tight brace on my neck, the anger set in, and the angry tears began to roll down my cheeks, wetting the bed around my face. That night I went into surgery terrified, and in agonizing pain. My mom, Dariann, Anthony, Analia and Dan were there with serious looks on there faces, trying to be strong for me, myself fighting back tears, trying to be strong for them. As the elevator closed, I lost it. It took four surgeries to rebuild my leg. This included inserting an 18 inch metal rod, seven metal screws, and a skin graft transplant. Shackled to the bed by a pump and other machines, I was short of breath and tormented by panic attacks every night. Anger and self-loathing coursed through my veins along with morphine. Because of the complex nature of my injury, there were a number of special concerns. The “harvest†site and the injury site were extremely susceptible to infection, therefore the bandages had to be changed often, and eventually I would do this myself daily. The main injury site also had a pump attached to it, in order to keep it free of fluid. This meant that I had 4 tubes at one time going into my body, not to mention the excruciating pain endured when the pump bandages were changed, and heavy tape had to be stripped from my body, tearing all my leg hair off. Because it took so long, and there was so much tape for a vacuum effect, this proved to be the most painful and terrifying experience of any in my life. The orthopedic surgeons could give me no specific diagnosis. Would I walk again, how? I quickly stopped asking them for the answers, and started asking myself what I wanted, instinctually feeling that no matter what there answers was, and they were of no consequence. I was going to recover 100 percent. No doctor, or therapist or nurse, or anybody could tell me anything different. Any thoughts or inclination to the contrary was replaced with the positive picture of inevitable success. I was aware of the power that your mind can have over your body, some call it faith healing or the Law of attraction, but I did not posses the skill nor the inner strength needed to defy medicine, and heal myself. My road to recovery was to begin in the dark morning hours of my two week stay at New York Presbyterian Hospital. Anthony Riche had given me a book, “The power of the Subconscious mindâ€, which outlined some techniques for healing oneself. I began digesting books like this voraciously. “The New Psychocyberneticsâ€, “Budo Secretsâ€, “Zen in the art of Martial Artsâ€, each book with a slightly different perspective and example, each book with specific valuable processes. With so many different opinions, practice of all was impossible, but following my instinct, listening to what spoke to me most, was my most significant growth. Much like life, for happiness and fulfillment, you must follow your heart to what makes you truly happy and content. I developed my mental movies, rich images of myself running down stairs, jogging, and wrestling with my dog. All the while experiencing these events on a psychosomatic level, training my muscles, and motor neurons as though these were a reality. More important than the books, were the people, who showed me love and support. Whether it was family, doctors, nurses or loving friends, spiritual guidance or kind words, I will forever be ingratiated to them. They may never know how they helped me to reclaim my life, and find the true power which resides inside me, and the universal power which we all share.
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Thoughts on waking My goals and pursuing them
Ya Man's best friend Roxy my bomb ass pit-bull
Coffee or Tea Both, I mix them, thass how I dooz it.
Birthday August 21st, yes I'm a LEO, yes I know I'm tha bomb
Siblings I have a big sister whom I love
Languages English y mi espanol esta asi asi
Have I smoked yes, 420 (only medicinal purposes)
Have I dramk yes please
Drugs... hey...coffee is a drug
Dumped? never
Healthy Fah shhhure
Goalz now Agency representation, volunteer more, get my kharma up
Personal style Mad Max/GQ..I don't like to flash labels
If I could be anywhere On a dirtbike in Mexico, Lucerne Switzerland, sippin Pina Colada with all my peeps
Religion I believe in kharma and the balance of the Universe
Favorite Car 1968 Corvette C3 stingray, nuff said
Piercings no piercings or tats...yet
Life Goals to be truly and deeply content and happy
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