I thought I knew what strength was until I faced the battle of reclaiming my life after a devastating accident. The last three years have felt like a relentless chase, much like a lion pursuing a gazelle. Like a gazelle caught in the lion’s grasp, I felt immobilized and vulnerable after the accident, but it was in that stillness that I found the strength to fight for my recovery. Of course the gazelle has the advantage of their natural instincts. But nothing could have prepared me for the day my car was crushed by an 18-wheeler. At 19, I was on track, working with City year, an education non profit that allowed me to help students living in under-resourced communities. Then, in an instant, my life changed.
I remember the screech of the brakes and the impact, as if my whole world stopped. The sound of metal bending around me filled the air, and all I could do was pray. In that stillness, I thought, if I survive this, I will dedicate my life to something meaningful. Just please let me survive this. My car was crumpled like paper. When I was pulled from the wreckage, I was terrified that my life would never be the same. I was in shock the whole way to the hospital, my mind struggling to catch up with the reality of what had just happened. The firefighter asked if I had any personal items in the wreckage, but I couldn’t process his words. The paramedic gently checked my spine, but I felt nothing. The nurse commented on how calm I seemed for someone who had just faced death. But her words didn’t register. All I could focus on was the slow, steady beating of my heart—a fragile, rhythmic reminder that I was still alive. It soothed me, like a mother’s embrace, cradling me in a moment when the world felt completely shattered. I couldn’t make sense of what had just happened to me or how I was supposed to feel about it. I imagine that’s how the gazelle feels too. So instead, I focused on my heart - my still beating heart - and slowly it started to fill with gratitude and determination.
The road to recovery was long. Physically, despite having minor injuries getting around was harder for me. Emotionally, I struggled with fear and doubt. Would I ever feel normal again? What if this accident had taken more from me than I thought? These questions haunted me. I had seen the impact I could make in my community through my work with the non-profit, and that gave me hope. I still had a purpose, and I was kept here for a reason.
In the process of healing, I realized how much adversity has shaped me. The accident taught me to appreciate life’s fragility and to find strength in vulnerability. It also reinforced my desire to help others in need. I’ve now decided to pursue a degree in Social Work so I can continue serving communities in meaningful ways, particularly in communities facing their own adversity.
To anyone facing a similar experience, my advice is to be patient with yourself. Healing, whether physical or emotional, takes time. Surround yourself with a strong support system and don’t be afraid to lean on them. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed, but know that your strength is greater than the obstacles in front of you.
The accident may have shaken me, but it didn’t break me. If anything, it made me more resilient and more committed to my path of helping others overcome their challenges too.