I am nineteen now, well about to turn twenty, just two weeks from turning twenty to be exact, and it has been six years since I have been in this chair. An accident, I care little to get into details on, left me paralyzed from the waist down, and it's not so much that I don't like talking about the accident, I actually do not remember much of it, so I don't have much to say, other than that I was going somewhere with my sister and we were ran of the road, thankfully Gina suffered a broken leg, which would mend, but nothing more serious. I on the other hand, got the major impact, the impact so great it rendered me a parapalegic.
I was hurt for awhile after the accident. I mean I allowed myself for a brief time to start to fall into a depression. I wondered why this had happened to me. At fourteen when you are told you will never walk again it can feel like the end of the world. I had been a cheerleader before the accident, had just made the squad and now I could not even walk.
I felt helpless at first.
I needed help for the simplest of things, and I grew frustrated because of it, but I found myself finally realizing I was going to have to work at this, and once I did I was going to allow myself the freedom I needed.
I was going to be able to live a good life, just because I was sitting down did not mean I could not be prodcutive.
To Be Continued