After my accident, people didn’t expect much from me. I could’ve let that define me. But I didn’t. I held on to something stronger than people’s doubts: faith.
Faith gave me power when my body was weak. It helped me endure hospitals, rejection, bullying, and poverty. I went from being tied to a hospital bed to graduating college, building businesses, and becoming a father. There were moments I felt like giving up—but faith made me get up.
In a world that judges your success by your paycheck or your degrees, I measure mine by every time I chose to keep going. That’s what faith does. It doesn’t erase the struggle—it pushes you through it.