Who ever takes the time to read this, thank you. I want someone to know my story. I guess I should get into it, I’ll start where I left off at. So my uncle and I are driving back from getting me a hair cut when everything goes black. I wake up and I feel sensations I’ve never experienced in my life. I feel so weak, so lifeless. It’s hard to see clearly but after a bit of focus I see stuffed animals and balloons. What happened. Where am I and how did I get here? I try to get up and then I feel it. A excruciating pain shoots through my body and I end up not even moving an inch. My mom is there with me. I see her and ask her what happened to me. She tells me “..you were in an accident…”. My memory of that time is a bit hazy. They had me on so many different drugs, my brain was swollen, and I was just all around not okay. So I was in and out very often. I remember being told by the doctors that they couldn’t save my knee. It was so shattered they couldn’t put it back together, hell it was so mangled I was told no doctor wanted to risk an operation on me. They all wanted to amputate, it’s safer that way not only for me but so the doctors wouldn’t have to take on a high risk operation. But there was one doctor there that said no. He said he knew I wouldn’t want that. He saw how young I was and he did his absolute best to save not only my life but also my leg.  They did there best and saved my leg from amputation but I still lost my knee. A small price to pay in my eyes. They told me when I was conscious that my leg was still dirty on the inside. They had to go back again and clean it for a 3rd time and if they couldn’t do it in this operation they would have to put a sponge of some sort inside my leg to clean it out. There was pieces of glass, metal, dirt and pants inside my leg that they couldn’t fully get. Hearing that scared me so much as a kid. I didn’t want a sponge inside me. They also told me they couldn’t guarantee I would ever walk again and they couldn’t guarantee I would be able to use my right hand again. Apparently my wrist shattered to the point that my fingers fully touched my forearm. It was a lot to take in. There was part of me that refused to believe it. No way, there was no way this was happening to me. I figured the worst of it is over, at least I’m on my road to recovery and if things go well I’ll be back in school in three months. At least the worst of it is over I thought to myself. Oh boy. It was only the beginning of my journey. Looking back at things now, man I wasn’t ready for what life had in store for me. It was really only the beginning.