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I've been bullied before.

In elementary school I had friends who I believed were going to be my best friends for life. We spent tons of time together and then suddenly one day they decided I just wasn't worth their time anymore. They started to call me names, said I ate to much and even went as far as get a guy ask me out as a joke so they could laugh at me... Now I look at those people and think, thank god I'm not friends with you because who would I be? As much as I hated them then and I still do now, I can't help but thank them for dropping me out of their life... because I would never want to be who they are. After believing for a long time that maybe I wasn't good enough to be their friend, I started to realize that they weren't good enough to be mine. They got their laughs in that moment, but guess who's laughing now?

I was hit by a truck a year ago today.

I was walking home after I got off the bus. It wasn't my regular routine because I had a dentist appointment and I had taken a different route home. I was looking down at my ipod waiting to cross the street, picking a song to enjoy.When I got the white walking hand signal, I started to walk thinking it was safe. Clearly it wasn't because I felt like I should look up for a moment. When I did a huge pick-up truck with giant silver and black grills came and hit me right off my feet. I went flying across the pavement, scraping skin and ripping clothes. I had to ride to the hospital, get bandaged up and I was on crutches for a week. As scary as that moment was, it was probably the most wicked.