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dragonfly4life's blog
| Saturday, April 7th, 2007
The meaning between life and death....
There once was a girl who lived on a beautiful street that reminded her of a lovly roller coaster. The kids played in their yards exploring the grass and all it contained. They would climb the trees just to see how high they could go.
But, there was this one individual girl who had had the adventure expirence like no other child on that street. Her friend had come over to see if she wanted to go around the block and she was delighted.
But, this is where our little fairy tale goes wrong. You see, this little girl was me. I was flying down a paved street on my roller blades when I hit the ground so fast I didn't know what had happened.
I was sent to the hospital where my mother had to sign papers for the blood transfusion. I was losing blood very fast and I went into a seven hour surgery.
What happened could have been prevented if a drunk hadn't thrown is or her's beer bottle from their vehicle into the path of a little girl whom almost lost her life.
Posted By dragonfly4life @ 4:06 PM | Comments: 0 |
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