I Don’t Think You Really Know What a Bad Day Is… When I was 14 years old, a back tuck in cheerleading changed my life forever. I became a ventilator dependent, quadriplegic. The doctors told me I’d never breathe, move, or walk again, and I thought my life was over. I believed this was the WORST. thing that could ever happen—to anyone. I spent 7 months in a children’s hospital, and within the first week, I had a wake-up call. I saw babies on ventilators, 5-year-olds paralyzed, and burn victims who had lost their families. Suddenly, my pain had perspective. I realized just how blessed I was. For 14 years, I lived with a healthy body, an incredible family, and endless opportunities to run, swim, and simply be a kid. Not everyone gets that chance. So I made a choice—if I couldn’t move my body, I would MOVE MY MIND. I won’t pretend my journey has been easy. It’s been hard. And I believe it’s OK to mourn when life feels unbearable. But no matter what you’re facing, I hope you can also see the beauty in your life. Bad moments don’t have to become bad days. Choose gratitude. Focus on what’s in your control. Show love always. I count my blessings—every single day—and I hope you do too. Sending love, prayers, and hugs to anyone going through a hard time. You’re not alone. ❤️ Laura “Move your mind.”
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