Ferdinand I @Wordsmith_Ferdi - Twitter Profile

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I was a suicidal worthless cripple without a home. Looking back, it was the greatest time of my life. Here’s my story, and how you can use it to overcome anything: ------- In 2011 my father tried to kill my mother and went to jail for attempted murder. I had no family to count on, and my mother and I were left on the verge of homelessness. After months of searching, we finally found a rental home. No bed, no cutlery, and no heat in the winter. Yet it was somewhere to stay, and that was more than enough. Little did I know, that was not yet home and we would move from rental to rental for the next couple of years. It went on for 8 painful years where all we had was each other… Until my mother was finally able to buy a home. At last, we got our happy ending! But that all changed 1.5 years later on February 14th, 2020. I was studying construction and there was a scaffolding event at school... It was the first REAL taste of the woodworker lifestyle I so desired... At the end of the day, I was left both exhausted and fulfilled. So after cleaning everything up, I hopped on my bike and began to head home. I was so excited to tell my mother about my day. That enthusiasm drove me to pedal faster and faster until I reached speeds of 70km/hr. When suddenly... BAM. I crashed headfirst into a culvert. My skull and collarbone were instantly shattered leaving me paralyzed, unconscious, and bleeding internally. I was left floating in space-time, my body asleep and my mind at peace with death. However, it seemed God had other plans for me. I awoke in excruciating pain. Constantly throwing up blood… And unable to remember my mother's face. That was the start of a painful 2-year-long recovery. For the first couple of months, I had to be fed from a straw due to my broken jaw. As I physically recovered, my mental health began to deteriorate. I was physically unable to do the things I used to love, like ride my bike or go to school. My 2-year long ‘recovery’ left me as a fat, stuttering cripple. I despised my body, my mind, and my life. So one night, I decided that things needed to change. I opened my attic window and gave myself a choice. Jump and die… Or take back control of my life. I contemplated for over an hour… Until I finally picked the hard answer - life. I started to train both body and mind. Memory and speaking exercises to retrain my brain... Cardio and weights to heal my body. Bad or good days never mattered… What mattered was that I pushed every limit I had. I eliminated my stutter, fixed my memory issues, and gained the ability to move my paralyzed arm over my head. I accomplished everything my doctors told me was impossible through pure grit and determination. But despite those achievements, my soul was still lost. Until I found the one missing piece to the puzzle of my life. I found God. He showed me that I survived my accident for a higher purpose. To inspire, impact and help others. I began to share the lessons I have learned online. This led me to discover a new passion: Deconstructing, rebuilding, and creating the best sales processes possible. Just like how I deconstructed, rebuilt and created my own life. Now it is my mission to share stories like this one. To prove that I can make a HUGE impact. And to make sure my story inspires others to lead lives to their fullest potential. ------- If you read this far and were inspired by my journey... All I ask is simple. Retweet it so another person in your audience can be positively impacted as well. Thank you, and God bless.