My thoughts went immediately to a piece my wife shared with me about a woman named Colleen Kelly Alexander. Ms. Alexander had been the victim of a horrific truck-bicycle accident that left her badly injured and in need of months/years of surgeries and rehabilitation. I recalled her words describing her state of mind during that time. She said:
"So many times I wished I had just died on the pavement that day. It would have been finite, not this never-ending battle just to have some semblance of … what? Normalcy? You couldn’t even call it that. My life was not going to be normal ever again, and at the moment, I couldn’t see it ever becoming even sort of OK again. It was going to be eternal torture. And why? Because I took a bike ride home from work on a day when I wasn’t even supposed to be working, only to be told the following month that it was all for nothing because I didn’t have a job anymore? What kind of ridiculous destiny was this?"
Frankly, as she described her situation, these feelings seem so understandable. And yet the transformation she describes is incredible, given the severity of her wounds. She adds: