by Kim Watters
It was a long time coming, but I finally made it out of the fiery depths of the hell that I’ve been in for almost two years of my life. I’d go that extra mile and end up falling two miles back. Isn’t there an old saying about taking one step forward and two steps back? Well, let me tell you that when you’re in a serious accident, it’s like taking a million steps to make that mile back to where you were before it happened.
They said I wouldn’t survive, but I did. They said I’d be a quadriplegic, well I showed them! Since childhood, I’ve been accident-prone, so what’s one more accident in the great scheme of things.
It all started when I was walking along, minding my own business, when WHAM! Something hit me - hard! The next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital in a full body cast, complete with wired jaw. After twenty-four operations, the physiotherapy and aqua therapy began. It took a full year just to get out of the wheelchair. They wanted me to see a psychiatrist - talk about my experience, how I felt about what happened to me - why? It was just one more accident, okay a little more serious than the ones I’ve had before, but still an accident.
After two years in the hospital, the day finally arrived for me to walk out on my own two feet. I think I’ll go to the mall.