Happy Father's day from the hospital!

So, exactly one week before father’s Day. Two weeks before my sons fourth birthday… I’ve apparently had a stroke. Been in the hospital for almost a week so far. Discharge before father’s day? Probably not… But im determined to be out before lil man’s birthday!

Can’t front, I was shaken to my core… To my faith, to my spirit. But I’ll be damn if I lose my smile. My heart and spirit are too strong and I KNOW the power of the infinite being that I am… YOU are… WE ARE! Made in the image of God and all that, blah blah, blah.

But table that… Using my own life as example. Conquering every crap shit scenario this world, my life has ever brought to me. F*** Sickle cell, f*** this stroke, f*** this crises. I’ll be damned if this stops me. I got waaay too much to do. We as fathers, as a community have way too much to do

So, I apologize for the venting, for the ranting, for the anger and frustration you might sense… But I am claiming and owning my power… I’m calling fourth my own healing and I’m owning this new chapter of my story… I know misery loves company, but I refuse to let this steal my smile or my power. I refuse to be miserable, but if there is anyone out there wallowing in there misery, I hope this is a reminder to own your strength and know, it could always be worse.

You could be dealing with a stroke, and it’s potential lingering effects, a sickle cell crises of intense stabbing pains, bacterial infection in your lungs and staving off the possibility of it becoming more. Hell it could even be worse for me. I started walking on my own today, yay! Take that strokey!