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I was scared, but thought I could handle the force of the wind as it suddenly picked up much more than in the moments before. As we came around to the right and went down the hill, we kept accelerating.

I placed my hands on the gas tank and pushed myself into him as much as possible without crowding him. It’s amazing how fast life came at me that day.Īpproaching mile marker seven on highway 550, I noticed that I had to start fighting the wind to stay behind Shaun without pulling on him too much. I figured that we couldn’t get into a wreck, it simply wouldn’t happen to me. I thought nothing of the fact that I had practically no protection against the asphalt if anything were to happen. I had shed my prescription glasses for a pair of sunglasses, my cowboy hat for an oversized helmet, and quickly thrown on a pair of capri jeans, tennis shoes, and a sweatshirt over my bikini. I was on the back of my friend Shaun’s GSXR 750 and was excited to be on a sport bike, even if it was as a passenger, after a long streak of no riding whatsoever. It was a beautiful Sunday morning even through my blurred vision. I know my life has a purpose, and I strive everyday to live up to the task that has been placed at my feet. Imagining that if I had not survived the accident, I wouldn’t have anything to touch at all, I smile when my fingers run over a thick layer of scar tissue in place of my once soft skin. I am also reminded how lucky I am to be alive as I close my eyes and remember why I still feel pain after an entire year of healing.

Knowing that it’s real, that there is nothing I can do to change it, I am reminded of my mistakes every minute of everyday. I still feel as if at any moment I will wake up from this terrible dream and be comfortable in my own skin once again. Touching my stomach and rib cage, I can’t imagine looking this way and feeling this pain for the rest of my life. It’s hard to look in the mirror and think that my scars are already an entire year old.