And on Tuesday night it all came together. The first spoonful was like SLURPING SPRING!
Now it's curved and complex, like my independence.
How it makes the wooden shutters of the row houses pop against the bricks.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010 arrived with a clear early morning that promised to become a chilly, sunny, and typically autumn day. I zipped my coat, buckled my helmet strap, unlocked my bike, and headed off to work. A few minutes later, a garbage truck crossed a bike lane to make a right turn. I was in that bike lane. The tires of the truck crushed my left leg and caused other internal injuries. An amazing team of trauma surgeons saved my life, but they had to amputate my leg to do so.
In July 2011, I set off to walk a thousand miles as an above-knee amputee in my new prosthesis. The journey has held more twists, turns, and detours than I ever imagined.
I reached Mile 1000 on March 30, 2013.
But of course, that wasn't the end.
I'll keep walking!