Well hell! As if my life wasn't shit enough. At least I had my scooter it kind of helped me stay somewhat sane. But I don't have it anymore because I got hit by a car. My scooter, my freedom is destroyed. My knee is deeply bruised and so painful that I am stuck in my manual wheelchair, I can't even use my walker.
I received my scooter by an incredible act of random kindness. The family that gave me the scooter and walker were strangers to me, I asked them why they choose to give the scooter to me, they said, "We have watched you for years walking the kids to and from school, walking everywhere doing what you needed to do no matter how hard it was for you at any given time, we could tell you have the same warrior spirit our mother had."
But because of some thoughtless idiot, that incredible gift was destroyed. And my spirit isn't far behind.
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