Yesterday was strange. I woke up at my normal time but, as soon as I opened my eyes, I remembered the significance of the date. 28 years ago my foot was crushed. Most years the anniversary passes as a blip, sometimes I don't even remember at all. But for some reason, yesterday the memory hung heavy on my heart.
A literal lifetime has passed since I was injured and my life was derailed. Since that sad day I have worked through surgeries, pain, loss, frustrations and curve balls to rebuild a new life. In the past year, I've seen most of what I have professionally built dismantled because it was not singularly profitable. 28 years later, I am back working exclusively in my pre-injury profession having accepted that the prosthetics industry truly only values the monetary bottom line.
Perhaps the anniversary felt more profound this year because I am no longer in the prosthetics industry. I don't know. I do know that I was glad when the sun finally set so that I could put the date behind me. Thankfully nothing of import has happened in my life on March 12, so today should be emotionally safer.
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