talk breathe, eat on my own again. if i had the ability to do it i probably would have committed suicide. i'm trying to yell at myself to move my arms. pick your stupid arm up. pick your stupid arm up. that's all i'm telling myself, and nothing's happening. >> i prayed every day. your son's sitting in a bed, and the doctor said to me he might not be alive tomorrow. and that was the hardest thing in the world. i thought, he's going to die before me. i didn't want that to happen. you never want that to happen. >> my dad's motivation and drive is music. on february 12th, 2009 i picked my left arm up off the bed a quarter of an inch. at that point, i knew i wasn't going to be who this doctor said i was going to be.