“Being buried alive was a moment I never imagined—and one I’ll never forget. In those terrifying seconds, when the weight of the earth pressed down on my body and panic gripped my soul, survival became my only focus. I wasn’t thinking about time, or pain, or fear—I was thinking about my family. I was thinking, I can’t die here. Not like this.
I fought with everything I had—not just to breathe, but to believe that help would come. And when it did, I was forever changed.
Surviving that day wasn’t the end of the story—it was the beginning of a new one. The journey that followed was filled with pain, struggle, and a long road to healing, both physically and emotionally. But it was also filled with growth. I learned that strength doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it whispers, keep going, even when everything inside you wants to give up.
Most importantly, that moment rewrote how I view safety—not as a checklist or a protocol, but as a lifeline. Every corner cut, every shortcut taken, every blind eye turned—it all matters. I now see safety as sacred, because I know what it’s like when it fails.
I was buried—but not broken. And I carry the responsibility of that second chance with me every single day.
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buried alive Joined: May-29-2025 |
