Coming Home

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I went through a lot mentally and physically. I entered the hospital weighing 233 pounds and came out at 162 pounds. I couldn't walk or use my hands. I had to learn how to walk and use my hands all over again.

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Doctors said it would be about 3 to 4 months before I was able to walk on my own. I told them to just get me to my son, and I will walk. Just let me go home to my son. He needs me and I need him.

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I have never been away from my Buckaroo for more than a day, and it was so heartbreaking that I was away from him almost two months. But when I got home to see my son, I put the walker down and I walked to him. It was a matter of a week, not months for me to walk. It wasn't pretty — me walking like a baby duck — but I walked.

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| God must have other plans for me, and I'm so grateful my life is in His hands.

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I obtained some of my songwriting skills in my coma. It's like something inside of me was awakened with a powerful talent to write great songs that I'd never had before. I'm not a professional songwriter with years behind my back. I'm just a guy who writes songs from a dream that became reality.