Before I begin, please know that I am aware that I could never understand what you went through and continue to go through. I will never know “how it feels to be an amputee”. I just want you to understand what I went through.
I want to tell you: It didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter that I had to watch you get run over by two vehicles. I saw it, I heard it; I felt the rush of wind next to my ear, the smashing of glass and metal and bone. I was knocked to the ground by the force of it all, but emerged with only a bruise.
I was untouched, but both your legs were sliced in half. I was untouched but you were bleeding out on the highway. I was untouched but you almost died.
I was at the hospital every damn day.
After a countless number…
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