Chapter One – January 17th, 2016
My Left Arm
So, okay…I was on my way home on a Sunday night after watching the Denver Broncos kick some butt. It was icy however, being a former taxi driver it was nothing new to me. Around a curve I hit a patch of “black ice” and lost control of my car…I remember nothing else. If I had died I can’t tell you of being drawn towards the light, there was none. My faith is strong however, I only know blackness.
My eyes opened and I remember blinking, adjusting my vision to find a tiled ceiling above me. It took me some time to realize I was in the hospital but, if I was, how did I get here and where was everyone?
Nothing made sense. All I knew was that my left arm hurt. I began to feel my shoulder then slowly moved my right hand down my left arm and stopped; I realized that my left arm was gone, above the elbow. I wanted to scream “Who gave permission to amputate my arm?!” Yet the pain was indescribable and all I wanted was to wake up from this terrible nightmare however, it wasn’t to be.
I withdrew inside of myself and yelled at God “How could you do this to me?!” Tears welled in my eyes and slid down my cheeks. A guttural scream built up inside me and I choked it down. I mourned the loss of my left arm. Being a “leftie” was very important to me as I always felt I was in a special club. Now that club was lost to me and I was left handicapped, bitter and alone.