Read my cousin Loma’s brave story of one horrific bike ride home from work. But through it all, she managed to ride, smile and dance again.
truly one of my inspirations! Love you girl 😘
August 1. The worst day of the year for me. Every year since 1999, I mourn. It’s not for what you think.
The day that changed my life forever, August 1, 1999. It has been 16 years since I lost a part of me. 16 years of every single day being reminded of my tragedy every time I look in the mirror.
Only 3 days before my birthday, I mourn. It’s not for what you think.
Not a death, not a disease or illness….
On August 1, 1999 was the day, I (sort of) lost my left leg…
It hasn’t been easy these 16 years since but this year for some reason, it has hit me harder than ever.
If you don’t know what happened I can explain. I have been living with a disfigurement for 16 years. My left leg. I have been using a bicycle as transportation in…
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