Rough Times Y'all Have Been Through?

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April 20, 2012, I was in a motorcycle accident when a 65-year old woman driving a van failed to yield to traffic, pulling out of a business driveway and cutting me off; causing a collision w/ my Yamaha R6.  I was concussed at the scene and don't remember anything from that day or recent days leading up to it.  The next 2 weeks were a blur of dreams, reality and memory loss.  Doc's report stated I suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury (brain sheering), a broken left hand, bruised ribs, fractured pelvis, and worse of all, a Biracial Plexus Injury to my right side.  It would later be discovered that I also had a corroded cavernous fistula.  To put the last two into layman's terms, nerves from my spine to my arm were severe resulting in loss of it's function and my eye was protruded due to a pool of blood within the socket resulting in double vision.  I left the hospital a month after the accident, with the eye injury undiscovered and the arm injury (predicted by doctors) to be fully healed in 6-12 months. 

Flash forward 6 months: the underlying factor of the eye injury is discovered and surgery is performed to address the protrusion.  Days later a 2nd EMG test is performed on my are, this time indicating that my nerves won't recovery and there's nothing that can be done.  The use of my right arm is forever lost.  Oh and also, I have had to and continue to  endure sporadic, immense phantom-nerve pain in the arm as the nerves are trying to fire off and recognize signals from my brain.

Month 9-13: The doctor who "worked" on my arm now refers me to the Mayo Clinic in MN, stating they may be able to help.  I live in AZ and flew out their a total of 3 time (on my own dime).  Once for the consultation, once for the surgery, and once for the follow-up to remove the infect I incurred after the first surgery fail horribly.  

Today (just short of two years): Little to no improvement has resulted in my right arm/hand, I have numerous scars on my neck, shoulder, armpit, inside elbow and hand.  3 metal pins remain in my left hand.  And over $500,000 has been paid out from my health insurance company.

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I AM VERY SERIOUS.  THIS IS ALL TRUE. NOTHING EXAGGERATED. AND I AM CURRENTLY IN A LIVING HELL.  

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My life has taken a complete 180. I was born right-hand dominate and now must continue to learn to write, type, cook, TIE SHOES, etc. all left-handed alone.  I am constantly in a sling for my lame arm and when not, it hangs down due to gravity; exposing a subuxtion of the shoulder.  As the sling (givmohr sling) is not firm-fixed, it allows the arm to move in response to movements of by body,  This prevents me from moving quickly without losing my balance and ultimately takes away my ability to run, jump, stand for long periods of time, play basketball without difficulty.   The one that breaks my heart the most, is the basketball.  My one and love.   That one alone puts me in a "nothing to lose" mentality because so much of the happiness in my life depended on PLAYING basketball.  Sure I enjoyed other things in life, but the value in those things have faded and I just feel numb to most of what happens in my daily living now.  Also I had to sell my whip and purchase a new one because I used to drive a manual (which I'm legally restricted from doing now) but needed to get an automatic.  My diet must be managed tighter because of my pill intake and lack of activity.  And before anyone asks...no I didn't sue.  My family and I believed we were doing the right thing in letting the system runs it's course.  The woman, an had car insurance and I had health insurance.  We trusted the doctor's and adhered to their diagnosis-es.  The only remaining hope is (struggling) faith in God and possibly stem cell, rejuvenation.

Bottom line.  I can't remember a genuinely happy moment I've had since the date of my injury.  Which was 9 days before my 27th birthday.       

you know you're going through some rough times when the bar of soap you use to shower with is the size of a chiclet

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It's sucks even more reading the tragedies and turmoil that others have endured.  Misery does NOT enjoy company.  I guess I shouldn't have complained so much.  But I gotta admit, it did feel a bit better to let it all out.

P4L, at work... But yea I got alot to share on this topic but don't want to write a life story.

Bro... KOTA's Friend that is truly heart breaking. Coming from some one that just got their motorcycle license....how fast were you going? Were you wearing a full face helmet? DOT and SNELL?

This really hits me. I am about to turn 27 and am in a 9-5 monotony. I don't hate my job i like it, but it gets tiresome. The one thing i love is soccer. Being out on a field and running around the competitiveness the challenge...that 90th minute dead tired tie game need to dig deep to make a 60 yard run...its what i truely love doing. I can't imagine what it would be like if i didn't have that outlet.

Let me know if you need anything man PM box is always open

@ATokenBlack   Man, so sorry about that situation. I'm not the best at basketball but basketball is one of the things that keeps me going and makes me happy when I'm down. Another reminder for people (and me) to try not to complain about things, because there is always someone out there with a worse situation. I'm currently doing this 100 day challenge thing and one of the goals of it is to go through it without complaining about anything. That + threads like this is giving me a greater appreciation and outlook on life. 

Jking0821 said:

Bro... @ATokenBlack that is truly heart breaking. Coming from some one that just got their motorcycle license....how fast were you going? Were you wearing a full face helmet? DOT and SNELL?

This really hits me. I am about to turn 27 and am in a 9-5 monotony. I don't hate my job i like it, but it gets tiresome. The one thing i love is soccer. Being out on a field and running around the competitiveness the challenge...that 90th minute dead tired tie game need to dig deep to make a 60 yard run...its what i truely love doing. I can't imagine what it would be like if i didn't have that outlet.

Let me know if you need anything man PM box is always open

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I apprecreciate it man.  Needless to say, I have my downs often.  But I do have my ups too and the love expressed from others helps too.  Police report says I was going 40-45 MPH.  I had a full face Shoei (DOT) helmet.  I should note it, my cognative skills were tested 3 months after the accident and I scored nearly identical to I what I should have prior to the accident.  So besides the temporary mem loss, I had a full recovery of the brain.     

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@ATokenBlack   Man, so sorry about that situation. I'm not the best at basketball but basketball is one of the things that keeps me going and makes me happy when I'm down. Another reminder for people (and me) to try not to complain about things, because there is always someone out there with a worse situation. I'm currently doing this 100 day challenge thing and one of the goals of it is to go through it without complaining about anything. That + threads like this is giving me a greater appreciation and outlook on life. 

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Thx man.  Keep playing bball and good luck on the challenge.  I think it's perfectly okay to complain from time to time (another form of venting), just always know 'at the same time, it could be worse'.  I'm mean, yeah, I feel miserable not being able to play ball, but I could NOT be able to walk, or even alive.  So I do gotta be grateful for that.

The worst was my father dying when I was young. That Workaholics quote about being raised by a single mother and Stone Cold Steve Austin hits so close to home.

And it seems like a good number on here seem to have gone through much worse. Glad to yall pulling through if you haven't already.

Man I was born in 89 my brother was born in 86, when we was teens we was wreckless , we live right near Camden and we were also gettin all types of twisted on the regular

When I was 17 I got 4th degree intent to distribute because my brother robbed our homie who sold gank and I was a youngin so I was like gimme a 100 pack and ill give u 600,make 400, so I was in his basement getting everything ready baggin his green up and his house gets raided turns out he sold to a narc a few times and dropped my name sayin we went halfs but really I got fronted

Brother in and out of jail and i was in and out of facilities so maybe 2-3 months out of the year with my whole family together

Been too 4 Impatients, and the county once for 180 days for my 3rd DUI.
I got my first 2 within weeks when I was 17 and my 3rd when I was 20.

My brother was doing really good living in Maine and decided to come home for Labor Day for a few weeks. This is 3-4 years later while he was in Maine I was living in a halfway house in Fort Lauderdale . He was training too become a addiction counciler while in Maine he was as sharp as I've ever seen him
By this time I was back home btw. 3 days later I found him in my old room ( u kno I took big bro room as soon as I could ) Dead. That was may 27 13', December 14th is his birthday. December 15th my German Shepard died. It's safe to say 2013 was the worst year of my life

I have no lisence for the past 5 years or the next 5 years , and live about 2-3 miles to the trainstation to get to Philly/Camden.


Time doesn't heal, you learn to live with it.

Positives, I've been clean from all hard drugs for a long time, I just blow green now. I work construction, collect, and work part time as a stage hand.

I'd say being a slave to your own body counts as a hardship... If I put HALF of the effort I put in coppin or hustling, I'd be a millionaire, guaranteed.

Damn some of the stories in here are truly heartbreaking. 

All the best to everyone out there struggling, we will all make it

@Superb BP gas station. I pay at the pump w my BoA debit, they usually charge $1 that day. You look at your account and that's all they took out. Wait like 4 business days and they take the full amount out then. Might be a glitch, not sure

@ATokenBlack that's a crazy story bro. I hope you stay up and things get better for your. Your in my prayers

@mackmittenz glad that things starting to look up for you. Keep ya head up

June 2013

Get a call from my moms saying my lil bro(21) went missing while he was swimming in Galveston. My first reaction was he will be fine. He was always doing his own thing. Even though in the older brother, he inspired me to be more outgoing. Then a few hours past and still no news. So now I'm worried a lil bit but I'm trying to stay strong in front if my moms and my wife and kids. I tossed and turned all night. Had chills like I was cold and everything. The next day we go down to where he was and I instantly knew my brother was gone.

This is the first immediate death I have experienced. I suppressed a lot of my pain at first till one day I just broke down. Even today I'm doing a lot better, but just knowing my brother is gone still messes with me. I feel like a part of me died the day he died.

To these people going through it hold ya head and stay positive. You are strong. #respect

September 2012, i got let go for "masking too many mistakes" but really it was because the company wanted to drastically save money by not paying two graphic designers. To get by and supplement my unemployment, i had to sell a good chunk of my collection to pay bills in the household. I got a job in May 2013, had that job for maybe 5 months and got let go for the same thing in the same month Didn't know what i was going to do, and unemployment was going to start drying up. A few months later, i decided to take a chance and start a clothing line. From one hat design, I was able to start doing all over print shirts and got my brand featured in In Flex We Trust twice, Complex twice, gained 3800+ followers on IG, and got my line stocked in Vfiles. Adversity gave me the strength to realize that even when things are at their bleakest point, theres always a brighter future ahead.

I wish everyone on this thread the best. Stay strong

too much.

lilyo06 said:

June 2013

Get a call from my moms saying my lil bro(21) went missing while he was swimming in Galveston. My first reaction was he will be fine. He was always doing his own thing. Even though in the older brother, he inspired me to be more outgoing. Then a few hours past and still no news. So now I'm worried a lil bit but I'm trying to stay strong in front if my moms and my wife and kids. I tossed and turned all night. Had chills like I was cold and everything. The next day we go down to where he was and I instantly knew my brother was gone.

This is the first immediate death I have experienced. I suppressed a lot of my pain at first till one day I just broke down. Even today I'm doing a lot better, but just knowing my brother is gone still messes with me. I feel like a part of me died the day he died.

To these people going through it hold ya head and stay positive. You are strong. #respect

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wow. Are you me? While reading I feel the same exact way. My brother died last year and a piece of me died with it, time don't heal , u learn too deal w the emotions, so sorry for your loss I feel ur pain

Losing 5 friends in 2 years

This thread is powerful. I myself went through tough moments. Years ago I was driving and two girls ran in front of me. One is deceased, other severely disabled. Live with guilt every day. For some reason I can't progress. I'm stuck in mediocrity. Finished grad school a while back and I can't pass my boards to become a therapist. I envy my classmates who are. I know I'm wrong for that..

Reading through this topic made me ashamed. My roughest situation is right now: being unemployed.

searching for a job when the rent is due is a blow   hustle though make it work 

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September 2012, i got let go for "masking too many mistakes" but really it was because the company wanted to drastically save money by not paying two graphic designers. To get by and supplement my unemployment, i had to sell a good chunk of my collection to pay bills in the household. I got a job in May 2013, had that job for maybe 5 months and got let go for the same thing in the same month

Didn't know what i was going to do, and unemployment was going to start drying up. A few months later, i decided to take a chance and start a clothing line. From one hat design, I was able to start doing all over print shirts and got my brand featured in In Flex We Trust twice, Complex twice, gained 3800+ followers on IG, and got my line stocked in Vfiles. Adversity gave me the strength to realize that even when things are at their bleakest point, theres always a brighter future ahead.

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Name of brand?

Man some of these stories are crazy.

But hey, sometimes we use NT as a little getaway right? Get some laughs, read up on current events, maybe take some frustrations out by mindlessly arguing with another poster in some car/religion topic, but in the end, #ntfam. 

Man not to be funny. Yaw haven't been though Jack except the motorcycle rider...

Superb said:

Man not to be funny. Yaw haven't been though Jack except the motorcycle rider...

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You know, you can be a real *** sometimes.

Cancer, losing family members, addiction and poverty isn''t going through ****? Man....I'm done. I'm not trying to be banned but you have issues bruh.

Mine happened July 1994, I was 8 at the time and my older brother was 10. Went camping that weekend with my family, a lot of classmates and their families as well. I was riding a bike with some classmates while my 2 older brothers went swimming in the lake. My other bro was about 15 @ the time. All of a sudden some kid comes, and tells everybody, somebody drowned. Right then and there my heart sank. I remember thinking, please don't let it be my brother. Cuz I knew how my 10 yr old brother was, he liked trying new stuff and he couldn't swim. Everybody runs over to the lake, I look and I see this older lady giving this kid CPR. Right next to them was my 15 yr old bro with purple shorts telling my 10 yr old bro to wake up. And about 10 feet away, I see my mom on the ground, hysterical, like a kid throwing a temper tantrum. About a week later my brother passed. Probably the only thing in my past that'll make me cry.