Aid Needed for Six-Month Recovery Journey

I never thought I’d be in this position.

Up until last Friday, I’ve always been a self-starter — driven, motivated, and on top of my grind. I handled business. No excuses. Always kept it moving.

But this time, God sat me down.

On Friday, May 9, 2025, around 5:30 p.m., I was riding my scooter home through downtown Memphis when my life came to a sudden stop.

A little backstory:

I’ve been working at my current job for just over two years, always finding a way to make it work. Recently, I moved further away from work, so I started relying on my Honda Ruckus scooter for my daily commute. Sometimes I’d catch an Uber or Lyft, but let’s be real — in this economy? That’s not always an option.

So I’ve been riding my scooter to both of my jobs (yes, I picked up a second job about a month ago). I was working 8 a.m. to 5 p.m., then clocking into the second job from 5:30 p.m. to 8 p.m. It might sound like a lot, but to me, it felt normal. I’m a hustler — I thought I could handle it.

But again, God sat me down.

That day, I was flying through downtown, doing about 45 mph, trying to beat the rain. The skies were black, the roads were slick, and the tracks were wet from weeks of scattered showers. As I approached the Medical District, I veered onto the trolley tracks to pass a car — I didn’t think much of it in the moment. I just knew I needed to move fast.

But the second my tires hit those tracks, I knew I was in trouble.

My wheel caught the edge of the rail at just the wrong angle and threw me off.

The result: a leg broken in three places, a torn meniscus, and a body full of bruises and scrapes. I made it to the hospital thinking it was a quick fix — I didn’t even tell anyone. I truly believed I’d be in and out.

Instead, the doctors gave me a six-month recovery timeline. No shortcuts.

And while everyone was shocked it wasn’t worse, I know God was watching over me.

Now I’m having to completely reconfigure my life.

I’m currently raising funds to help cover three months of bills and medical expenses while I recover. I’m applying for assistance programs through my job and doing everything I can to stay afloat.

This isn’t easy for me. I’m not the type to ask for help. But I’m learning to take it one day at a time.

To everyone who has reached out with prayers, love, support, or encouragement — thank you. Your kindness means more than I can express.

The road to recovery won’t be easy, but I’m beyond grateful for the support system I have. God is good, and I don’t take any of this for granted.

Thank you for your support. Thank you for reading.