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The Day I Died
(And Why That Was the Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me)
I was 23 years old. A rookie corrections officer. Four months on the job.
And on the second day of one of the worst prison riots in history…
I got beat to death.
Not almost. Not figuratively.
I flatlined.
And when I came back, I wasn’t the same man.
The riot ended. The prisoners went back to their cells.
But the real battle?
It was just getting started.
How to Get Killed in a Riot (And What They Don’t Tell You About It)
Movies don’t get riots right.
They make it look coordinated—like a bunch of guys with a plan.
Bullshit.
Real riots are
pure chaos.
It starts slow. Pressure builds. Tensions rise.
Then—BOOM.
One wrong look. One moment of hesitation. And suddenly the walls are shaking, bodies are moving, and you are in the middle of a
warzone.
Day One: It all went to hell. Inmates were fighting, setting fires, turning the place inside out. We held the line as best we could.
Day Two: I was taken hostage. Laying on the floor, getting stomped to death.
I don’t remember the first hit.
But I remember the moment I hit the ground.
I remember the weight of bodies piling on top of me.
I remember the feeling that my arms might be
broken.
I remember the unrelenting kicks smashing into my skull.
The human skull isn’t designed to take that kind of beating.
It’s not like in the movies, where people take a few hits and get back up like nothing happened.
A real kick to the head? It changes you.
And I took a lot of them.
Then—
Nothing.
The Cosmic Blue Screen of Death
You ever had your computer crash so hard all you see is a blank screen?
That’s what death felt like.
No bright lights.
No choir of angels.
No old relatives welcoming me with open arms.
Just silence.
And inside that silence—a choice.
Stay dead.
Or come back and finish what I started.
I came back.
But I didn’t come back as the same man.
The Diagnosis That Almost
Became My Life Sentence
When I woke up in the hospital, the doctors gave me a label:
PTSD.
They said, “You’ll never be the same.”
And they were right.
But not for the reasons they thought.
They thought PTSD meant I was damaged.
That I was a victim of trauma.
That my mind had been
shattered beyond repair.
They were dead wrong.
What they didn’t understand was this:
PTSD wasn’t some mystical curse that happened TO me.
PTSD was my
imagination out of control.
The Real Prison
The riot was over.
The blood had been cleaned up.
The prison was locked down.
But in
my mind?
It was still happening.
- I could hear the fists landing on my skull.
- I could feel the boots crushing my arms—over and over again.
- I could taste the blood in my mouth like I was still choking on it.
My body was free.
But my mind was trapped in a loop.
That’s when it hit me:
If my imagination was powerful enough to keep me stuck in hell…
It was powerful enough to set me free.
How to Escape a Prison With No Walls
I never went back to that job.
Not because I was
broken.
But because I had outgrown it.
I had escaped something far worse than a prison riot.
I had escaped the prison of who I used to be.
Because here’s the truth no one tells you:
- Your past doesn’t define you.
- Your scars don’t define you.
- Your circumstances don’t define you.
Who you are—at your deepest core—defines
EVERYTHING.
When you shift that, your entire reality bends to match it.
The Wake-Up Call Most People Ignore
You don’t have to die to realize
this.
But every day, most people do exactly that.
- They relive the same failures.
- They tell themselves the same bullshit stories.
- They hit repeat on a life they claim to hate.
They don’t see that they aren’t stuck.
They’re just imagining the wrong things.
And imagination?
It will either keep you trapped… or set you free.
Your Next Move: Stop Playing Small & Start Playing God
Look:
- You are not broken.
- You are not a victim.
- You are not trapped by your
past.
You are the creator of everything you experience.
And when you change who you ARE—at the deepest identity level...
The world has no choice but to shift in your
favor.
If you’re ready to stop reacting to life and start creating it on demand…
It’s time to invest in yourself.
Go Here: Identity-Based Manifesting
This is where the game changes.
This is where you stop hoping and start commanding.
This is where you take back everything.
Are you ready?
