There are a few dates that will always stick with me:
The day I graduated from West Point.
The day my son was born.
The day I hurt myself skiing.
That last one was April 23, 2011. I was released from the hospital Sunday, April 24th, Easter Sunday. Monday, April 25th, was my first full day at home.
It was also when I started to get the full picture of just how crippled I really was. I'm fairly pleased with how far I've come since then.