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So in BJJ circles there is a phrase that says, "BJJ Saved My Life". And many people have reasons to fall behind that statement.
I am posting right here, right now, to say that this is true, for me; as of this past Monday.
I was having a burger and a beer with a fellow Army Infantry brother. And when we were leaving, we were talking cars. He said he'd never driven a Porsche. So I said that he could break his cherry in mine. It's a car, not a status symbol, so why not?
Cut to the chase: He lost control of the car, at a speed I do not know, but high enough to leave the ground to clear a driveway, and lodge in between two trees.
Details of leaving the restaurant and waking in the hospital are a blur. But I woke up to a neurologist in the ICU asking me questions. My buddy spent 18 hours in surgery, and has no use of his left leg as of today. I, on the other hand, have nothing more than a broken back. And I am able to wear a brace, and walk. After being discharged from the hospital today.
That said, the neurologist asked what I did from a physical training stand point. I told him BJJ, kettle belles, Bulgarian Bags, and dead lifts. BJJ I trained 3 to 4 days a week. He told me that BJJ is what saved my life.
He told me that I should at a minimum by paralyzed, and typically dead.
My buddy will be partially paralyzed; I will recover in 3-4 months.
Rest assured, I am still sitting here, in my brace, in my comfortable bed, utterly shocked, that I am not dead or paralyzed. I am counting my "blessings" if you're religious, or damn appreciative and introspective if you're an atheist.
I am posting right here, right now, to say that this is true, for me; as of this past Monday.
I was having a burger and a beer with a fellow Army Infantry brother. And when we were leaving, we were talking cars. He said he'd never driven a Porsche. So I said that he could break his cherry in mine. It's a car, not a status symbol, so why not?
Cut to the chase: He lost control of the car, at a speed I do not know, but high enough to leave the ground to clear a driveway, and lodge in between two trees.
Details of leaving the restaurant and waking in the hospital are a blur. But I woke up to a neurologist in the ICU asking me questions. My buddy spent 18 hours in surgery, and has no use of his left leg as of today. I, on the other hand, have nothing more than a broken back. And I am able to wear a brace, and walk. After being discharged from the hospital today.
That said, the neurologist asked what I did from a physical training stand point. I told him BJJ, kettle belles, Bulgarian Bags, and dead lifts. BJJ I trained 3 to 4 days a week. He told me that BJJ is what saved my life.
He told me that I should at a minimum by paralyzed, and typically dead.
My buddy will be partially paralyzed; I will recover in 3-4 months.
Rest assured, I am still sitting here, in my brace, in my comfortable bed, utterly shocked, that I am not dead or paralyzed. I am counting my "blessings" if you're religious, or damn appreciative and introspective if you're an atheist.
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