It has been a long road, I've been through alot. I am now 18 years old now and i have a story to tell. At the age of fifteen i was heading down a road of Darkness. I was Smoking, Drinking. and i was very rebellious, I was not going to church anymore.

      A Night to remimber, Me and my friends were walking down the street and me and one of my friends were struck by a van.she didn't even stop well i flew fifteen feet into a ditch and i must have been knocked out from the impact because when i got up i was in the ditch and on the side of me was on of my best friends, she was fine.. and so was i or so i thought we were rushed to the hospital together in the same ambulance. i remember us holding hands and telling one another we loved each other and it was going to be alright, well i had a hematoma (a big sack of blood and mashed tissue) on my hip. BTW (it didn't hurt at first cause it was numb) (this part may be very stomach turning so BEWARE) and well a few weeks had passed and my home doctor said it was supposed to heal within a few weeks but it didn't so he did a small surgery and put to tubes in it and tried to drain the blood and puss out but not much came out so he hospitalized me.. and he did another surgery to make bigger holes in it .. but it got really infected and i was really sick. (i remimber them letting me take a shower and i almost fainted .. that is when i really got scared,i thought i might die. (but god wouldn't do that to me) so i was rushed to another hospital where they had skilled doctors in that field ..well that night i had surgery and they removed a big part of all the dead tissue.. and they said they took out three liters of Puss. so the surgery went well. and i was feeling allot better after all that junk was out of me..i had about seven surgeries after that one just to clean it and stuff. but the pain .it was unexplainable ..i don't wish it on anyone. i spent my sixteenth birthday in the hospital with my mom and dad.. it was good except for the hospital part.. well i spent about six months crying and in pain..i kept my mother up every night with all the noise i used to make.(crying and moaning) she was at my bed comforting me and crying with me. she was great even though she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.. well about 3 months after the accident.. i got homecare and they came and changed my dressings for a while..then they taught my dad how to do it and he did it..(btw he is hearing impaired so he couldn't hear me crying from the pain and that was a good thing) well i had weekly visits to the clinic to check on it ..and i thought it would never heal. but i was scheduled an appointment with a Plastic Surgeon to see if i would need plastic surgery but she said they couldn't cause they still had a little infection inside it . she prescribed a Miracle salve 9(well thats what my mom called it) it was a insime that ate up infectioned tissue. and it worked perfectly.and now i am all healed nothing but a ugly war wound ..lol ..