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ZOX are more than just a wristband

They're a positive daily reminder. They're a way to carry a piece of your personal story on your wrist for the world to see. Every ZOX has a unique meaning to its wearer, and we want you to share those stories with us and the ZOX Community. 

If you have a story to share that you believe will help, inspire, or strengthen others, please fill out the form below. 

My ZOX means the world to me! I received my ZOX as a gift from my girlfriend for no reason other than she thought of me when she saw it. My job is with munitions and I also enjoy comics. I served 21 years in the USAF as a Munitions Systems Specialist (AMMO) and am now a civilian worker in the same job with the USAF. I went through a divorce after retiring from active duty and was and still am in complete and utter disbelief at how magical true love really feels like. I was married for 20 years and (nothing against my ex) but she didn't do the little things. I also never really made any purchases for myself because of feeling guilty for spending money on me...
In 2014, our son was born. He was my first child at 43 and my husband's first boy at 48. He was perfect in every way a baby could be. He was born 6 weeks early and was breathing on his own. Aside from being a little over five pounds, he was an amazingly healthy for being a preemie; nearly the largest baby in the NICU. He soon became the most important reason, along with my husband, that I had for living. Not two weeks after he was born and the day after he came.home.from the NICU, an unseen infection that had me in the worst pain I'd ever experienced in my entire life I'd contracted from the emergency c-section was finally visible and it was the worst diagnosis ever. I had infectious gangrene behind my abdominal wall, - necrotizing fasciitis (flesh eating bacteria)...
When I took acting classes in college, my professor always told me to let go of the critic in my head. Stop watching myself and be in the moment. And I tried. But even now, it’s sometimes a struggle to evict that critic from my brain when she’s lived there, in some studio apartment in my frontal lobe, for 29 years. I used to joke that since my blood type is A positive—A plus—perfectionism is in my blood. For my first sixteen years, overachieving was my normal. Spending hours writing a poem for extra credit when I already had a 97 in the class. Taking all day on my standardized tests—eating lunch in the library or guidance counselor’s office, isolated from my friends who had finished hours earlier. 
Well, I am an old girl, 59 to be exact. I am a mom and a grandmother. I just love my straps, I wear one everyday, and sometimes I wear them together. Last year on Thanksgiving night, I lost my younger beloved brother Tony. He loved everyone and everyone loved him. he was the life of the party, bought fireworks with him for every occasion. He died of a massive heart attack at the wheel, on the way home from Thanksgiving dinner with his wife in the car.

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