After my first knee surgery, I had a moment that I will never forget. It wasn’t in the hospital. It wasn’t during the procedure. It happened after I got home.
The Back Porch Moment
I remember sitting on the back porch, trying to get comfortable, trying to breathe through everything I was feeling. My daughter, Dominique, was right there with me. She helped remove my nerve block. At first, everything was still numb. But within minutes, that numbness wore off—and the pain became very real.
When Reality Set In
That was the moment it hit me. This recovery was going to be different. There was no more buffer. No more delay. Just me, my body, and the reality of healing. And if you’ve ever gone through something like that, you already know— there’s a point where you realize you can’t avoid it anymore. You have to go through it.
But I Wasn't Alone
What made that moment different for me was this: I wasn’t doing it alone. Dominique was there. Not just physically—but fully present. Helping me. Supporting me. Standing with me in a moment that was uncomfortable, painful, and uncertain. And that mattered more than anything.
What Strength Really Looks Like
As a veteran, I’ve been taught to push through. To keep going no matter what. And I’ve done that in many areas of my life. But this moment reminded me of something deeper: Strength isn’t always about pushing through by yourself. Sometimes strength looks like: sitting still when you need to, allowing someone to help you, facing pain without running from it, continuing forward, even when it’s uncomfortable
Why This Moment Matters
Looking back, that back porch moment wasn’t just about recovery. It was a turning point. It reminded me that: healing takes time, support matters, And showing up doesn’t always look perfect But it still counts. I’m still showing up. In my health. In my business. In my life. And I carry that moment with me as a reminder: You don’t have to do everything alone. But you do have to keep going.
If you’re going through a recovery season—physically, mentally, or in life—
just know this: You’re not alone. And your pace still counts.
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