This is a crawfish boil at my Uncle Mark's house on May 17, 2008. How did I know that five months and seven days later how much my life was going to change. You can click on bottom right hand side of video to make it full screen.
Hey everyone,
Most know me as
Danny Thomas.
A little over three years ago I was getting ready for a date...at least that's what I think I was doing. I remember getting showered and dressed ready to go somewhere. I also remember getting on the computer after getting ready. The next thing I remember I was waking up with lots of lights flashing around me...it was blinding. It was raining. Someone spoke to me and said, "Mr.Thomas, don't try and move, your neck is broken." For some reason it didn't really hit me...not from denial, I don't know why. The same person spoke to me again, he asked me "Is there anyone we should call?" I gave them my ex's phone number…(to be continued).
I'm a C4/C5 quadriplegic (incomplete).This means I could have limited progress up to potentially walking one day. If you're interested,check out the video below. I stay in the moment and don't concentrate on the walking. Instead, I appreciate the small improvements that God gives me each day.
Entered 4/24/12 @ 3:20 P.M.
Hey everybody, how are liking this wonderful weather? Man that gloom was about to kill me. Anyway, glad to see some sun. 
All this time on my website and I haven't taken the time to introduce the most intricate part of my recovery, my health and general well being. Her name is Kayla. 
She is such a great person. I got lucky, she is so much like me sometimes you would think she was my daughter. I could sit here and go on and on. I describe her as my aid but she is so much more. She is my nurse, personal assistant, office manager, driver, etc. She is what makes my life a life Monday through Friday. I don't know what I would do without her. Isn't she adorable. 
In the beginning I joined facebook as an outlet, but over time I have realized that it was not the best outlet for me. After a while it even became overwhelming, because once I befriended
one person, then another one that they knew, then another one that they knew, so on and so forth. I had so many friends; I did not even know where to begin. I have wanted to write a book of my life for some time now. I have had 5 or 6 people tell me I should do so. I guess I would think “Who the hell wants to hear my story!” That’s a good thing though, that means my ego is in check. So, I started building a website.
Please be patient, I am just learning. There is so much I want to write right now but I don't have time. By the end of the month I should be up and running and have begun the first part of my story. I will update my profile on facebook to let everyone know. For all of you who know me, please pass my website along to any of our friends and anyone who you think might be interested. Please sign my Guestbook to let me know that you were here.
Thank you for all your support,
Danny
Current Situation
This site, for the most part, will be uplifting and fun. However, we all know that life can't always be that way. My life is a little precarious right now. During the Christmas holidays I found out my ex was seeing someone and wanted a new life. She has agreed to let me stay here and give me time to get situated. I've got one more arm surgery to go, then hopefully a few months after that, off to driving school. Surprisingly enough, it is very civil around here. Yes, of course, I was angry and resentful at first. But now I am at peace with it. I just want her to be happy. We have agreed to be friends.
In the meanwhile, I will be looking for a new place to stay over the next year. I am excited, it's going to be an adventure. Just like a small kid trying to learn how to do everything again. Thank you for all your support.
Thanks,
Danny 
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This is my dad and I, 1997, I am 29 years old. For people that don't know me personally, I didn't meet my dad but just a few months before this picture. This has always been my favorite picture of my dad and I. I love this man with all my heart. He is more dear to me then he will ever know. While typing this up looking at the picture, this is not only my story but our story. Our story is about three generations of brokenness, pain, and healing.
This is my Dad, in his own words of our first meeting.
"The day your mom called me and told me you were getting married and that all that was missing in your life was me It hit me. I had been a Christian man for some time and had struggled in my heart of hearts about the unfinished business in my life which was you. God in His wonderful Providence arranged for you and I to meet again after 25 years. I waited with sweaty palms for the phone to ring. When I heard your voice and the words of love and forgiveness flow from your mouth I felt so unworthy as I should have. Meeting you at the airport was so intense. I love you my son. I am so thankful to God for restoration and forgiveness. You had every right to never want to see me or speak to me, but that is not what God would have. He was working on your heart long before you ever accepted Jesus into your heart. That is what is so amazing. In His providence He brought you to California to be with the very man who deserted you and in while doing, you invited Christ into your heart at an evangelical event that we attended. God is so amazing the way He orchestrates our lives. He knew you couldn't go through life with bitterness over a father who deserted you and He had it all planned out to not only bring restoration between us, but to bring unto you the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. Praise the Lord."
The day I got the phone call:
I had just bought my first house and was about to get married. My wife called me from the kitchen and said my mom was on the phone. For some reason she started looking for my dad in California and was able to get his phone number. She wanted to give it to me and encouraged me to call him. I immediately called him and wanted to fly to see him. Before I knew it, I was booked on a plane and out to California I went. Once I arrived Dad managed to get us alone. I kind of felt what for. As we take off in his van he says, "Alright man I know you've got questions, so hit me with them". I was a little shocked, but pleasantly. I asked one question, "Why did you leave?". His answer was very humble and honest. He responded by telling me "Danny, I was just selfish, when I got out of Vietnam all I wanted to do was play drums. I didn't want a wife and I didn't want a kid. So I ran away." In the best way I could I tried to console my Dad. I told him over life I found out that sometimes people do the best that they can do. Whether it be morally or socially accepted, that's just the best we can do. There were lots of times in my life that I don't like, but it was the best I could do at the time. My dad started balling. Over the years, even up til today, my dad would cry over the guilt. For many years after that I didn't understand why he found it so hard to let it go. I understand now.
If everyone stops and thinks about it, sometime in your life you've done something that was terrible. Some of us more than others. At different times in our lives we have ups and downs, strengths and weaknesses. However, I believe we can change what's going on with our families and our children.
"The sins of the father will be visited on the Son."
Does this mean we get a free pass? That everything is wonderful now? No. The wreckage we create throughout our lives affects more people than you think. Especially now, with more broken homes than ever. I have a good analogy. If you were to take a fence post that was there from the time you were born. Throughout your life you go out there periodically and drive nails into the post. As you get older you start looking at this fence post, full of nails. So, you decide to pull all of these nails out and repair the damage with wood putty. You put the wood putty in, you sand it up real nice, you varnish it up, and you make it look really good. You stand back bow your chest out and your so proud of what you have done. While your standing there gloating over your achievement, you start to look at the post. You start noticing that even though the putty filled in the holes and varnish was put over it, you could still see every hole that was filled. The scars that we create can be healed, but the scar will remain.
Thanks for all your support,
Danny
