The Next Step

What did you do for YOU today? Did you simply go through the motions of everyday life, or did you purposefully live each minute, each moment to the fullest? The Next Step is an inspirational guide to living that explores the meaning of life and each person’s individual purpose on earth. It challenges the motive for the decisions we make on a daily basis and forces us to look within ourselves for answers to questions about our existence. With faith in God and a strong belief in the power of the present, our limits are endless. The Next Step is an insightful, interactive work that unabashedly taps into the spiritual and physical binary of the self.

So…This Is Your Last Day

I woke up Thursday, September 17, 2015 early in the morning having trouble swallowing. I got out of bed and I thought I wouldn’t be able to breathe. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water to test if I could swallow and took a little sip. I swallowed, so I went back to bed. The alarm went off and I got up to get dressed for work. I went to the kitchen to grab a breakfast bar, my easy breakfast, and took it to the bedroom. I didn’t feel right so I went to the bathroom and looked into the mirror and noticed that the left side of my face looked a little droopy. My left hand on my face felt funny and IO knew something was wrong. However, I went back to finish eating my breakfast bar and decided to forgo making the bed. I thought maybe I should go to the hospital as I still felt funny, but I wasn’t in any pain so I continued to get ready for work. I went back to the bathroom and while washing my face, I noticed my left hand was not keeping up with my right hand. I decided whatever was going on needed attention so I made up my mind to go to the hospital and get checked out. I picked up the phone and dialed one of the attorneys I worked for and heard myself talk. My speech was slurred. This frightened me so I put on some clothes and grabbed my cellphone and keys and left my apartment and walked to the bus stop to go to the hospital. I noticed that my left leg seemed a little wooden as I walked, but since I still didn’t feel any pain, I continued on to the bus stop. When I arrived at the emergency room at the hospital, the intake person asked me my symptoms and I told her. She immediately picked the telephone on her desk and said to someone on the other line, “We have a stroke victim here.” I had just experienced a stroke.