Independence day, which was only a few days ago always gets me to thinking of what I fought for, but despite being in this chair now, I know I am one of the blessed ones because I came home. I do not feel that I was lucky, because I do not believe in Luck I believe in God's hand.
I do not hate all Muslims either nor do I blame them, I just feel that they are lost, especially the ones that go to the level of killing or injuring others for no apparent reason. Yes I was a soldier, but when I was shot I did not even have a weapon on me and I was out of uniform.
My crime was simply being an American in a Muslim world. I did not feeel that deserved the punishment I was dished out, but like I said I was one of the lucky ones, I survived this.
Last year at this time I was in Walter Reed, trying to regain my life. I had no idea then what was going to happen to me, how far I would come. I just knew I did not want to depend on others for the rest of my life, and now I am once again living on my own, getting stronger, and I have my family to get me through this.