Most people do not know what it feels like to be declared dead. Unfortunately, I do. But what matters most to me is not the crash itself; it is what surviving taught me: life can change in an instant, and every day is a chance to keep moving forward.
On New Year’s Eve, my family and I left my cousin’s house in Laurel, Maryland, after celebrating together. We had eaten, prayed, and spent time enjoying each other’s company before driving home to Virginia. Along the way, we stopped at a drive-through Christmas lights festival filled with bright decorations and holiday displays. Soon after leaving, I fell asleep in the car, unaware that my life was about to change forever.
The next thing I remember was pain, freezing air, sirens, and my family screaming. I woke up confused in the back of an ambulance, where a paramedic explained that we had been in a serious car accident. Still trying to understand what was happening, I asked the question that terrified me most: “Am I going to die?” Before anyone could answer, I blacked out again.
When I woke up in the hospital, I realized the severity of my injuries. My arm was completely broken, and my clavicle had shattered. My cousin had also suffered major injuries. At thirteen years old, I did not fully understand how close I had come to death. At first, I worried more about missing school and not being able to play Fortnite than about the actual danger I had survived.
Later, I learned something that changed my perspective forever. When emergency responders first found me, I was covered in blood and unresponsive. Because I was asleep and would not answer them, they assumed I had died and even brought out a body bag. My mother believed she had lost me that night. Hearing her cry over the phone afterward made me realize how deeply my survival affected not only me, but my entire family.
Recovering from the accident took months, but the emotional impact lasted far longer. Over time, I began to understand how fortunate I was to still be alive. The experience taught me not to take life, family, or opportunity for granted. Instead of seeing obstacles as setbacks, I learned to view them as chances to grow stronger and appreciate every moment I have.
Today, that mindset shapes everything I do. Whether in academics, athletics, or leadership, I approach challenges with resilience and gratitude. As a first-generation Black student-athlete pursuing engineering, I carry the lessons from that night with me every day. Surviving the accident taught me that life is fragile, but it also showed me the importance of perseverance, faith, and purpose. I now strive to make the most of every opportunity I am given and to build a future that honors both my experiences and the people who supported me through them.