On the second-to-last day of our honeymoon, I went surfing. I was excited to get out on the water and caught my first wave.
When I popped up quickly on the board, I felt an unfamiliar twinge in my back. I assumed it was a pinched nerve.
I got off the board, kicked my legs, and moved my arms through the water. Everything seemed fine, the instructors were so adamant about avoiding rocks and collisions, so I decided to finish the surf lesson I had paid for.
Back on the beach, my legs began to feel numb. Something wasn’t right, and I was in pain.
My wife and I canceled our plans and decided to return to our Airbnb to prepare for our flight the next day.
We stopped for a quick lunch, but when I tried to stand up to pay, I stumbled and couldn’t get to my feet.
We rushed to the emergency room, where I was diagnosed with surfer’s myelopathy. I felt as though I’d won the lottery of rare injuries. As I understand it, a blood vessel near my spinal cord in the thoracic region had kinked, causing something like a small stroke in the spine and leaving me paralyzed.
It was one of the scariest experiences of my life. My wife was five months pregnant, and I worried about her, our family, and whether I could continue working in the industry. I had just joined Indigo Road Hospitality Group at Indaco, and I wasn’t sure what the injury would mean for my new job.
Fortunately, my employer kept me on, so I could retain my health insurance. Giving Kitchen also supported me when I needed it most, giving me time to focus on healing.
At Shepherd Center, I learned how to care for myself. It’s a fantastic organization—if you haven’t heard of it, I encourage you to learn more. The team works miracles.