The walk to my place of work was one of my favorite parts of the day. Most of my co-workers at the newspaper I work for, hated going into work. They loathed the subway just as much as they dreaded the demanding deadlines imposed upon them, albeit part of their job.
I, unlike almost everyone in
So here I was, three blocks away from work, my hands in my coat pockets and my mind a million miles away. It was just another Thursday, right?
Ten years ago, I was just a junior in college whose life had been changed forever. The pain was still very real and recalling that fateful day in the hospital felt like yet another knife slicing me open. I was damaged. And even though my life was perfect to people on the outside, I was broken into pieces on the inside.
I shook my head trying to clear my mind attempting to allow myself to think of something else, when I heard my name being called from across the street.
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