Limping through emotional pain

Notes From the Mowed Down, part two.

In my prior blog, I wrote about getting hit by a distracted driver as I was crossing the road with my family to get ice cream. Instead of a small cup of strawberry with chocolate sprinkles, I ended up with a fragmented leg and ten excruciating nights in the hospital. Definitely a downgrade. When people think of trauma and accidents, the first thing that…