It's been one year. Hard to believe how fast time flies.

Here I am though, one year later. Still stepping forward. Still walking on my own feet. Since that fateful night I accomplished quite a bit. I bought a house, I elevated in my job, I got married… , but despite the one bad thing, I'm not sure how but I found a reason to fight. I guess you survive something like that, you kind appreciate the fact that you are supposed to be here. I still have permanent health issues because of my decision that night, but it can't be all that bad. I'm still walking, still talking, and still fighting. It's been one year and I'm still swinging my fists.