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Freedom is a powerful and beautiful thing.
The Bush family truly cares about our military.
I ran a marathon, completed a mud run and jumped from a plane.
Be kind and help others. Let the ones you love know you love them.
I would take any opportunity to tell service members, 'Thank you.'
As Marines, it's drilled into us... to take care of fellow Marines.
Be thankful for what you have. Appreciate the small and simple things.
I want my story to help others see what's extraordinary in themselves.
Obviously, the line of miracles that got me to where I am is incredible.
In the Marine Corps there is no individual effort, we're all a big team.
The military is a path of the unknown. I wasn't in denial about the risk.
I am proud of my scars because they show I dedicated myself to a bigger purpose.
I have two younger brothers. They are twins and their names are Bryce and Payton.
I guess you could say I got right with the man upstairs. I wanted to go to heaven.
People always assume I was in a motorcycle wreck. My response to them: no, Taliban.
I've always been energetic, loved life and have always been easily amused by things.
I jumped on the grenade that was thrown at myself and my friend. I don't recommend it.
I was first and foremost a fellow Gamecock and friend before a Medal of Honor recipient.
The blast blew most of my teeth out, I have screws and plates in my face, I lost the eye.
And when things get tough, trust there is a bigger plan and that you will be stronger for it.
I want to show people no matter what they go through there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
I wasn't gonna make it. I had come to terms that I was gonna die, and I was very sure of that.
I'm still here and kicking and, you know, I have all my limbs so you'll never hear me complain.
As the president put the Medal of Honor around my neck, I felt the history and the weight of a nation.
You have to experience and take defeat in any and all aspects of life so you can be better and stronger.
Work hard at what you do, no matter what it is. Go out there and find your passion and make a difference.
If we don't spend our time on this earth looking out for one another, what are we really doing with our lives?
I love Instagram. I like taking pictures. I've always been into that ever since cellphones had that capability.
Running was great for me, but there are so many positive and awesome sports out there that can help you recover.
What I was really into as a kid, anything that drove my mother crazy or made her nervous, and not much has changed.
Just because I'm in the spotlight - I'm actually no better than anyone else. Everyone has hard days and tough times.
I wanted to set the story straight and really let people know what it's like and what me and my Marines went through.
Scars can be a good story. I survived and I am proud of them. I didn't want it, obviously. The girls definitely like them.
I'm the same person. I got a grenade thrown at me. Situation turned out how it did. Now I'm just trying to do good things.
All of this blue on my face is from the gunpowder residue from the grenade. It blasted it into my face and stained the skin.
I think for guys who get severely injured and can't move forward, it's because the 'what-ifs' absolutely destroy their recovery.
I was labeled 'P-E-A,' which is patient expired on arrival. I guess that's the politically correct way of saying you didn't make it.
We have this one body we've been given, so whether you run, kayak, swim, bike, on some basic level, we need to take care of our bodies.
But I think most importantly, we need to realize that not everyone is privileged or born into a good life, stable homes or a home, period.
Going from toting a machine gun in Afghanistan... to using a bed pan, and I can't even put my own socks on - that was hard to kind of suck it up.
The Taliban are terrible shots. At the end of some long patrols, we'd be walking through the fields and get shot at - and we'd just keep walking.
My body was torn apart by an enemy hand grenade... upon arriving at Camp Bastion, I was labeled P.E.A. - patient expired on arrival. I flat-lined at Walter Reed.
My college experience was like everyone else's. I learned a lot. I gained a new perspective on the world and on people that I'm so thankful and appreciative for.
It's human nature for everyone to say 'what if,' but I try to snap out of it as quickly as I can because I'm never going to be able to go back and change what has happened.
There are always fellow Marines who understand and know what you're going through. Be proud, don't be ashamed, and go out there and tackle the second life you've been given.
There was always the next therapy appointment, next surgery, next college exam, but with time and deep thought, those evolved into life lessons, which then evolved into perspective.
I'm very pleased with how far I've come, and I see my injuries and my scars and all my buddies and everybody that was at Walter Reid with me, you know I see it almost as a form of character.
I always tell people to appreciate the little things in life... Things like driving on a nice day with the windows down, and the fact that you can get a good education or you have a good job.
I'm totally fine knowing that I gave part of myself to a bigger purpose and a bigger cause, to not only serve my country but try to make a better way of life for other people and much less fortunate people.
The hardest part of my entire three-year recovery has been knowing that my parents, my brothers, were suffering through this burden of injury and recovery, something I volunteered for that they didn't ask for.