Bound

Eleven years ago, I was put into a wheelchair. My brother was driving and I was sitting in the backseat headed to a dance party. He had ran a stop sign causing another car to T-bone us. My friend and I were sitting in the back seat, then next thing you know it i had woken up in a hospital seven weeks later. after awaking from a coma, my mom and I were flew to a bigger city to start therapy. After two months I could finally return home, but I knew nothing was ever going to be the same. As we returned, immediatly was enrolled into a therapy program for speech, ocupational and physical therapy. After three years, I would be let go from the program because I had platued in my progress. I have been working everday to help my physical situation and everyday I get a little better. Even though I do get better, I feel like I am bound to needing a wheelchair for the rest of my life.