"When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person that walked in. That's what the storm is all about."
June 26th, 2012 is a day that changed my life as I knew it forever. I was on a mission trip in Farmington, Michigan with my Youth Group. It was about 12:30pm when I was scraping paint and rust off of a metal chair in preparation to repaint it. The scraper slipped and crushed my right pinkie against the armrest. It hurt, but I brushed it off quickly and continued working. Later that day, I jammed that same finger when I deflected a ball coming at my head. At that point, I nearly passed out from the pain. Strange for someone with such a high pain tolerance. My dad told me I was fine and to keep ice on it. Days passed and I didn't sleep. I was not okay. Far from it actually. Little did I know a monster would soon engulf my body...