Last year was a difficult year. I was overcoming a drug addiction, was diagnosed with depression and was involved in a motorcycle accident.
That was tough. I was riding my motorcycle down the road with my board and a few sentimental belongings in my backpack and next thing I knew, I was on the ground, waking up from what seemed like a dream. My bike and belongings were on fire. Fortunately my board survived.
I was lucky that I landed on my board/back pack. The paramedics said that if I had not, I would have died on impact. It was really scary stuff.
The aftermath was the part that made me realize what long boarding means to me. I found it very difficult to move, and plenty of doctors told me that I shouldn't skate until early 2016.
Still, I stepped on a board, and when I did, I felt the familiar urge to skate. Every day I pushed myself a little bit harder and went a little bit faster. I defied doctors predictions, and they saw an improvement in my muscle and bone structure.
I believe that if it wasn't for longboarding, I'd be dead. It has helped me become in tune with who I am.