I wake up to the sound of thunder rumbling the entire ground around me. Then a flash, as bright as headlights in the middle of the night, immediately comes right after. Which ensues another round of grumbling from the sky. The wind picks up and starts to rip at the walls of the tent.

Next thing I know I'm laying in a hospital bed, waking up with a groggy feeling in my whole body. As I begin to open my eyes the nurse comes in and notices that I'm awake and rushes to get the doctor. The doctor then proceeds to tell me that I am lucky to be alive. They continue saying how the man who helped me had found four other people. He was being called "The Hero of Great Falls NH." He continues explaining how I had been whipped into the tornado at the same time as the trees and I was basically the ping pong ball being swatted between the two. I adjust myself more the more the doctor keeps talking to me like I'm no body. Doesn't he know who I am? Doesn't he know what I've done for this town?

I was about 8 years old when I had first started to stop fights. It may sound stupid, but this old town of ours had some major drinking issues. With my dad always taking me there while he drank and played pool with his buddies, I had seen my fair share of arguments turn into fist fights many times. Most of them involving my dad who is a famous MMA fighter. Which meant he was one of the deadliest guys to pick a fight with. There were countless guys I had somehow dragged to the front door of the hospital (I was tall for 8 but not that tall!) I had become known somewhat as "The Hero." That's what all the guys I brought to the hospital started saying and the nurses absolutely loved that I cared so much about helping others at such a young age. And my doctor just so happens to be the guy I saved last.

My dad had beat him to a pulp and I had been at work but was on my way home when I saw a brawl had started at the bar and pulled in to see the commotion. Once I saw what was happening and could see how badly the doctor was hurt, I jumped in and started beating my dad. All the while yelling at him that he can't keep doing this or he's gonna end up dead! Anyways long story short the doctor clearly didn't recognize me and honestly it's a bit frustrating, but I am the one who asked for it. I honestly would choose the same path 100 times over. I love the care free lifestyle I live now and just getting to experience all the Earth has to give to us.