I’d like to say I never saw that tractor-trailer coming.
I remember the moments after laying on the pavement, my body twisted in impossible directions. I had made it — I wasn’t banking on that.
When I woke up after my accident, days later, I realized how lucky I was to be alive and how fleeting and precious life was. I never wanted to put my family through that kind of mourning and grief. I felt like a miracle. A girl in the hospital room next to me had been hit by a car. I was hit by a semi-truck and only damaged my arms and legs. She died while I lived. I shouldn’t have made it, but I did.