My open letter to guys
This post is my open letter: To the guy who is a few years removed from college, opening this email in his cube at work. To the guy who saw this post on Facebook but chose not to like or…
Ryan Atkins
5 years later: Thank you
Five years. Nearly 20% of my life has occurred since the dark, cool Friday night in southern Kentucky in November, 2009. This past weekend a close friend of mine officially tied the knot with his bride. Unfortunately, the wedding was…
5 things I learned on my hiatus from college
The Bernie Madoff saga played on the screen as I drifted off to sleep. I caught bits and pieces of it in between excusing myself for a snore. The Accounting Ethics professor concluded the class with a lecture but as…
Is there any hope left in this storm?
Want to know how I am doing? “I’m doing well,” with a smile on my face, is my usual response. Even with all things considered, most of the time it’s true. But lets be real, as hard as I try…
10 of the stupidest comments I’ve heard since being in a wheelchair
My eyes squinted as they adjusted to the sun as I wheeled my chair outside for the first time in months. I was ready to be back in the real world after being sequestered within the confines of a hospital…
The day I almost went to hell
I caught a glimpse of the red flashing lights on the monitor behind me beginning to light up. My vision turned foggy and soon thereafter my eyes shut. Next thing I knew I was with my family in the same…
Hallucination or demon? Time to go to war
The man would not go away. His presence made my skin crawl. I lay flat on my back with tubes in my body as the machines continued to provide life in the intensive care unit in the days following my…
Evaluating uproar about my new movement
I am not quite sure what we were even praying about when I noticed it last week. I motioned to my girlfriend with my head and eyes to look at my left hand. My pinky was fluttering slowly, trying to…
Impossible is not a word
I looked my physical therapist in the eye. This was the first time I had stood eye level with someone since walking to my car in November 2009. This time was much different though. I could see my shoes six…
Sifting through hate mail
I couldn’t believe my eyes. I wanted to reach my hand through the computer screen and punch these anonymous cowards in the face. I had opened my email to be notified of the latest comment on FlatOnMyBack.com only to once…