Chronicles of an Injured Serviceman. Where do I start? Well lets start right here at today, and work our way through from there.
I would imagine there are very few people reading this at the moment, but that is fine as I am looking forward to building upon this voyage, to grow a rekindled passion for photography into something which I personally am very excited about. Something which I hope will inspire others who may or may not have been in similar unfortunate circumstances where their lives have fallen apart due to work related accidents.
Anyway, on with the exciting stuff! I am happy to tell you that I am working with Elevatedby on a new website which will play as the central pedestal to numerous social media outreaches currently being set up on my behalf, which are being designed and set up as a means for me to express and publish my feelings and experiences of what follows, not months, but years after a life changing, tragic event. Some experiences bad, some downright ugly, but some beautiful and uplifting such as meeting my new partner for life, and the birth of my two boys, and being lucky enough to be able to watch them growing up into Daddy's two little heroes.
And if that wasn't enough - I have just one more trick up my sleeve. It is something which has also helped me through the years after my accident. That something is a rekindled passion for photography, which I have used as a means to capture the special moments to remember, and cherish forever which have made this journey that much easier, as I learn to come to terms with the 'new me', or the 'broken me'.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank Elevatedby for all they have done so far. A company which I have thoroughly enjoyed working with to date, as not only do they take time out of their busy schedule to listen to their customers, but also unlike so many companies out there, they try to understand from the perspective of those with adversities, doing as much as they in their domain to help out
I shall leave you with a couple of images of the wreckage which I was pulled away from - something that I may speak more about in this blog at a later date, but as you can imagine, memories are painful.