22 Years Later: How a Pole Saved My Life and Shaped My Purpose

Hey there, Spencer Uncensored fans! Spencer here, and today's episode has a twist. I'm not in my usual setup; I'm actually on the move, and there's a story I've been itching to share with you.

So, rewind 22 years and two months ago. Picture this: I wake up in the back of an ambulance. Yeah, not the best way to start a day, right? That day, that moment, it's etched in my memory for a reason.
Let me take you back to Lexington, South Carolina, where something incredible happened. There's this pole, unassuming to most, but to me, it's a beacon of life. I'm standing here today because of it.
I was driving down Highway 1, completely unconscious, and ended up meeting this pole head-on. Crazy, right? But here's the wild part: that collision, as frightening as it sounds, might just be the reason I'm here chatting with you.
My car, a Pontiac Grand something-or-other, took the hit like a champ. Engine and transmission split, and all I walked away with were broken bones and a banged-up face. Considering the circumstances, I'd call that a miracle.
Now, this isn't just a story about a close call. It's about gratitude, purpose, and the moments that redefine our lives. Every year, on October 1st, I celebrate life. It's a reminder that there's a purpose to my existence—a reason I'm still here.
And hey, I bet some of you have your own "close call" stories. Those moments when life took a turn, and you walked away with a newfound perspective. They're like signposts, showing us how far we've come.
Thanksgiving's around the corner, and it got me thinking. Instead of the usual chatter about the history of the holiday, here I am, miles away from a pivotal moment that shaped me. Sometimes, the most meaningful stories are the ones closest to home.
As I head back from a trip with my daughters, I wanted to share this with you. Life's a series of peaks and valleys, and recognizing those lows is what makes those highs so much sweeter.
So, to all of you tuning in, have an incredible Thanksgiving week. Cherish those moments, big or small, that remind you of the beauty of life. I'll catch you next time, maybe back in my regular spot, but until then, take care and remember the story of that pole in Lexington. It's a reminder that every moment counts.
Thanks for joining me, and as always, stay safe, stay grateful, and keep moving forward. Bye for now!