Why do you have dread-locks?

In 2008 I was in a severe bicycle accident. I spent 3 days in ICU. I had major breaks in my right foot:  4 metatarsal bones, shattered my knuckles, and cracked my cuboid bone. In addition I severely lacerated my left foot and almost lost my big toe. I had a concussion and was covered head-to-toe in bruises.

I spent the next six months bedridden. Unable to the most basic of chores and being in severe pain - I just didn’t brush my hair. One day feeling a little better I asked my husband Aaron to take me to the beauty shop so I can have them brush out my hair. I came out crying because I couldn’t afford the $200 they wanted to charge me. Frustrated, angry, sad, unable to walk, and in constant pain, and with surgery pending ...I quit I gave up and told Aaron I don’t care I am growing dread-locks. He laughed and we went home.

Much to my surprise Aaron saw me struggling and in solidarity he grew dread-locks with me.

For the record, I had very long curly beautiful hair. I never choose to grow dread-locks, I didn’t choose to get in an accident, I never want to lose my job, I didn’t choose to not be able to work, to have to drop out of SDSU my Senior year, and worst not be able to walk.

I spent the next 4 years going through rehabilitation. I had surgery. I had 6 screws and a plate in my foot. Immediately, I knew something was wrong. I could feel the screw sticking through the bottom of my foot. It took a year to have them removed..

Walking took some time. I started off in a wheel-chair, graduated to a walker,  then loft-strand crutches, a cane, and now I walk. I have a slight limp but I am okay with that. My leg hurts, my foot is numb, but that is okay. I can’t run, jump, or skip but I can live with that.

So, after all that I decided to keep my dread-locks as a symbol of what I have went through and what I have accomplished. I wear them with pride. I have humbley learned the ultimate lesson of humility. I am humbled. I open doors for others, I offer to help with people’s groceries, I am aware and I am attentive. I care.

And, that is the story of why I have dread-locks.

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