eating my emotions for breakfast...
Last night I picked up my apartment, took a shower, and curled up in my bed so I could work on my Statement of Intent. Apparently it's going to be alot harder than I thought. They want to know my personal experiences? where do I start. I've decided to focus on the accident. I think that changed me. I should have died. They told my mom not to look. They thought the upper half of my body was crushed into the pavement. I wasn't answering the paramedics. When I came to, I went into shock. My mom gets upset whenever its brought up, even today. An old black woman told me that I was saved by an angel, and for a reason. I thought it was silly at the time...but sometimes I think about the 'what-ifs'. There was about 15 minutes that I blacked out. I don't know what the hell happened, but I'm glad I'm still alive...for whatever reason.