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"How do you handle the most devastating experience of your life when it has lead you to the person you love more than life itself?" "How do you reconcile the two when your best and worst collide?"

“How do you handle the most devastating experience of your life when
it has lead you to the person you love more than life itself?” “How do
you reconcile the two when your best and worst collide?”

"How do you handle the most devastating experience of your life when it has lead you to the person you love more than life itself?" "How do you reconcile the two when your best and worst collide?"

“How do you handle the most devastating experience of your life when
it has lead you to the person you love more than life itself?” “How do
you reconcile the two when your best and worst collide?”

 

"I'd come to terms with my situation and I truly was living a great life. The wheelchair was more than an annoyance, but I could either embrace my life or wallow in self-pity. The self-pity would have destroyed me. There really had only ever been one option for me."

“I’d come to terms with my situation and I truly was living a great
life. The wheelchair was more than an annoyance, but I could either
embrace my life or wallow in self-pity. The self-pity would have
destroyed me. There really had only ever been one option for me.”

 

'This can't be good,' he thought. He barely registered the weight of the wheelchair seat and frame still belted to his waist. It undoubtedly protected him from death on impact, but death couldn't be far away.

‘This can’t be good,’ he thought. He barely registered the weight of
the wheelchair seat and frame still belted to his waist. It
undoubtedly protected him from death on impact, but death couldn’t be
far away.

 

He couldn't help but think life was a bitch. It had taken him nearly sixteen years to truly find his place in the world. He'd finally come to realize that a life with physical limitations was still a life with quality.

He couldn’t help but think life was a bitch. It had taken him nearly
sixteen years to truly find his place in the world. He’d finally come
to realize that a life with physical limitations was still a life with
quality.

 

Who were these people? These vigilante's in wheelchairs leaving pamphlets on vehicles illegally parked, asking that the driver be considerate and park elsewhere next time? Didn’t everyone park in one of those spots at least once in their lifetime? Disabled people didn’t really go out in that kind of weather anyway. Did they? Who was going to complain? Was it really such a big deal? It hadn't been... not until the day her life had been irrevocably changed, it was she sitting in a wheelchair...

Who were these people?
These vigilante’s in wheelchairs leaving pamphlets on vehicles
illegally parked, asking that the driver be considerate and park
elsewhere next time?
Didn’t everyone park in one of those spots at least once in their lifetime?
Disabled people didn’t really go out in that kind of weather anyway. Did they?
Who was going to complain?
Was it really such a big deal?
It hadn’t been… not until the day her life had been irrevocably
changed, it was she sitting in a wheelchair…

“Ollie, look out!” Grace Maxwell screamed as the soft mud on the road pulled them directly into the path of the huge rig.

“Ollie, look out!” Grace Maxwell screamed as the soft mud on the road
pulled them directly into the path of the huge rig.

 

Logs scattered like toothpicks as the two vehicles collided, the sickening sound of metal against metal polluting the normally silent forest.

Logs scattered like toothpicks as the two vehicles collided, the
sickening sound of metal against metal polluting the normally silent
forest.

 

The massive truck and its heavy load obliterated the smaller vehicle, as if the SUV had been nothing more than a child’s toy.

The massive truck and its heavy load obliterated the smaller vehicle,
as if the SUV had been nothing more than a child’s toy.

"You seem so at ease. Are you certain the wheelchair isn't a prop?" Steven barked out a laugh. "No, Abby, I assure you it’s not."

“You seem so at ease. Are you certain the wheelchair isn’t a prop?”
Steven barked out a laugh. “No, Abby, I assure you it’s not.”