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Mikey007
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I became paralyzed in an automobile accident in the early 90s. Of course, this has had its setbacks, but I was generally happy and had things under control.
On 12/21/12, I was letting my leg down in bed and felt the right side of my back pop. I knew it wasn’t good and really wasn’t sure what to do about it. This ended up shocking my whole system, which made mobility difficult. The strange thing about it was the date when it occurred. I hadn’t really thought about it until one day I realized the similarity in numbers. I typed in the date to a search engine and read the top result, which said “The beginning of the end.” This was the date that the Mayans believed a cataclysmic or transformative event would occur in the world. Well, it did happen to me. My body has not been the same ever since.
Everything was going great until that occurred. This has been a repeated pattern throughout my life, which I’m sick of. Now, I’m getting severe scoliosis on top of my paralysis and can’t sit comfortably. Potentially, I have a lot of years left to live. I don’t want to exist like this though. Struggling every day and repeating it is getting old.
I swear I’m being spiritually and physically attacked indirectly every time anything has ever gone good. Now I’m a shut-in who is buried in a deep dark pit that I can’t escape from.
Why are some people blessed and others left to struggle constantly?
On 12/21/12, I was letting my leg down in bed and felt the right side of my back pop. I knew it wasn’t good and really wasn’t sure what to do about it. This ended up shocking my whole system, which made mobility difficult. The strange thing about it was the date when it occurred. I hadn’t really thought about it until one day I realized the similarity in numbers. I typed in the date to a search engine and read the top result, which said “The beginning of the end.” This was the date that the Mayans believed a cataclysmic or transformative event would occur in the world. Well, it did happen to me. My body has not been the same ever since.
Everything was going great until that occurred. This has been a repeated pattern throughout my life, which I’m sick of. Now, I’m getting severe scoliosis on top of my paralysis and can’t sit comfortably. Potentially, I have a lot of years left to live. I don’t want to exist like this though. Struggling every day and repeating it is getting old.
I swear I’m being spiritually and physically attacked indirectly every time anything has ever gone good. Now I’m a shut-in who is buried in a deep dark pit that I can’t escape from.
Why are some people blessed and others left to struggle constantly?