My knees feel like they’re tearing apart, but you’d never know how much pain I’m in just by looking at me.
I was walking through the crosswalk… then I was flying… the next thing I remember is trying, but not being able to, get up. I never saw the car coming and apparently they didn't see me either.
That blindside put me in the hospital with four torn ligaments and a smashed knee for two months.
When I got visitors in the hospital, they could see me bedridden with needles and IVs poking out of my arms. Everyone could tell that I was in a lot of pain, Now the pain is still there, but it goes unnoticed by everyone... except me.
Other people may be in worse pain than I am. But they still find the strength to live without anyone ever knowing. That leaves me feeling humble-- and makes my own pain more manageable.