What I was really into as a kid, anything that drove my mother crazy or made her nervous, and not much has changed.
My college experience was like everyone else's. I learned a lot. I gained a new perspective on the world and on people that I'm so thankful and appreciative for.
The hardest part of my entire three-year recovery has been knowing that my parents, my brothers, were suffering through this burden of injury and recovery, something I volunteered for that they didn't ask for.
I was labeled 'P-E-A,' which is patient expired on arrival. I guess that's the politically correct way of saying you didn't make it.
Work hard at what you do, no matter what it is. Go out there and find your passion and make a difference.
I wanted to set the story straight and really let people know what it's like and what me and my Marines went through.
So many of our wounded warriors from today's wars are alive not just because of remarkable advances in technology, but primarily because of the extraordinary dedication and skill of our military and our VA medical professionals.
My body was torn apart by an enemy hand grenade... upon arriving at Camp Bastion, I was labeled P.E.A. - patient expired on arrival. I flat-lined at Walter Reed.
All of this blue on my face is from the gunpowder residue from the grenade. It blasted it into my face and stained the skin.