I’ll Stumble, I’ll Fall, I’ll Get Up Again: Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen:

I was learning to get around with crutches, but I was far from dancing.

I may never dance again, that was the reality I faced now.

I didn’t blame anyone for that, it was an accident, nobody had intentionally set out to hurt me.

I wasn’t living a plot to some suspense movie, it was an accident. The driver of the truck did everything in his power to stop. He felt bad about what had happened. I could not be angry, or blame him. Anger and blame wouldn’t change the facts anyway.

Anna spent as much time as she could with me, and celebrated when she learned I would soon be going home. The prospect was both nerve wracking and exciting. But everyone believed I could continue to recover at home.

But what did that mean anyway, I had lost my leg, there was an empty space where my left leg had once been, that was not going to change. Even with a prosthetic that fact would not change, the fact was though with the level of my amputation, a prosthetic may be awkward and difficult. That did not mean, I wasn’t going to try though, because I didn’t plan on giving in, and I would do everything in my power to dance again.

Dancing to me was like poetry was to some people.