That man was Ryan.
I wouldn’t have survived if it weren’t for a young man passing by.
After the accident, I lost my ability to walk. The doctors had to amputate my right leg below the knee. I woke up in a hospital room to a world that would never be the same.
But I found real love.
Ryan never left my side.
He visited me every single day during my recovery. Helped me through rehab. Taught me how to live again, piece by piece.
I learned to laugh again. Believed I could still have a future.
After the accident, I lost my ability to walk.
