January 23, 2017, i was driving from school on my way to pick up my brother Johnathan. When driving through an intersection, I saw another car racing towards me. I tried to swerve away from the car, but it was too late, all I remember was feeling a sharp pain.
A few days later I woke up in the hospital, my leg was broken, it was in a sling. I was really hungry, the call button was on a table to my left. I reached my left arm out, but half of it was gone, bringing it back I waved my hand over the tip, then touched it. Tears rolled down my eyes, my hunger gone, "God, please no!" I cried, "No, this is a dream!"
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Disarmed Life
Non-FictionI am a left arm amputee, read about my struggles, achievements, and stories.
