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A NEW HALF DECADE THE JOURNEY BEGINS PART 1 —Sean Strauss


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ife has a not so funny way of throwing a wrench in your plans. Te ability to adapt and overcome is a required


skill. I am here to tell you that I got hit by one of life’s biggest wrenches. My cardiologist described my life in the most blunt and concise way, “You have had a shity half a decade”. Since April 2006 my life has been in a free fall, but in that time I have discovered that I can survive anything.


On April 12, 2006 my life as I knew it was changed forever. Up until that point I was a college kid majoring in Communications, with a minor in having too many friends to get anything done and “beverage sciences”. I went to school at Marymount Manhatan College in New York City, so I got to live in the best city in the world, while studying my craſts. While walking around town with a friend, two blocks away from where I was living in midtown Manhatan, I was crossing the street and was struck by a BMW SUV going 40 miles an hour. My first reaction was to try and get out of the street, because of the fear of being hit by a car again; I don’t think I have ever moved so fast in my life. Aſter an accident like that you don’t expect someone to be moving, let alone seting a world record speed for fastest reaction time in the world. My body felt like I was just hit by a car, there is literally no other way to describe it. Tankfully the driver stopped and asked me how I was doing, and I replied in the best New York way that I had learned from my time in college and began to curse him out with the college level NYC SAT words that I had learned. He told me that he was really sorry for hiting me; he said that he ran the red light because he was lost and looking at his GPS. At this point, time begins to get jumbled in my head because the next thing I knew I was in an ambulance.


I had several firsts that night, first time geting hit by a car, first time escaping the clutches of death and first time riding in an ambulance. My way to deal with things that are negative is


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trying to find the humor in it, so I tried to crack a few jokes in the ambulance, but they shut me up rather quickly by giving me some oxygen, I have never breathed beter in my life.


At the hospital I was brought into the children’s ward, I was 20 at the time, which is still considered a child in NYC. Te only visible mark that I had from being in an accident was a three inch case of street burn, street burn is what happens when you decide to do a slide right on the pavement, while having nothing between you and the street, not fun. It was hard for me to get the doctor treating me to believe that I was in any kind of pain, let alone believe that I was in an accident, when the only visible injury was a three-inch street burn. I told the doctor that it felt like I was hit by a car, but I think she only took it as a figure of speech. I was given Tylenol and told that I was fine to walk home. Walk home aſter being hit by a car? Te emergency room doctors performed no medical procedures, except for puting a band-aid on my one visible batle wound. No X-Rays, no nothing.


Te next day my parents came and rescued me from school, because I could barely walk, I mean I had just been hit by a car, so that was understandable. If I knew then what my life was to become in the aſtermath of that accident, I really don’t know what I would have done. Geting doctors to believe that I was in an accident was a long journey, my life had become an endless gamut of tests and “does it hurt when I do this?” or “What’s your pain level on a scale of 1-10?” At some point I decided to cope with the constant pain I was experiencing and eventually returned to school. I almost finished college, but that is not what happened.


Over time my pain level increased to unbearable levels and I began to develop a major “gangster limp”, my way of making it seem cooler than it actually was. Aſter years of looking for a doctor and gaining around 100 pounds, I finally found a doctor that could help me.


— continued on next page www.livingwellmagazine.net October 2012


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