I was drug under the truck a short distance and left in the street. The driver had been drinking and took off without even slowing down. I was able to drag myself to the curb where my brother came to help me. I remember reaching down and feeling for my toes and saw that my foot was hanging on by a nerve.
I was flown by helicopter to Albuquerque for emergency surgery. My foot was removed up to the arch and my leg was treated. My leg had been badly shredded and I was left with a disfigured limb. I was in the hospital for five months before I was fitted for a prosthetic that I put on like a shoe and which came all the way up to my knee.
Going back to school was like going to hell. From 3rd grade through middle school, kids would tease and torment me. They would call me names, throw rocks at me, push me, trip me, and say mean things. My family was supportive, but the abuse at school created a low self-esteem and a feeling of hopelessness. I felt ugly and worthless. My grades turned bad and I did not want to be at school. In middle school I started hanging out with the “wrong crowd” and started getting into trouble. continued...
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Alcohol-related crashes in the US cost the public an estimated $114.3 billion in 2000, including $51.1 billion in monetary costs and an estimated $63.2 billion in quality of life losses. People other than the drinking driver paid $71.6 billion of the alcohol-related crash bill, which is 63 percent of the total cost of these crashes.
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