Your words give me courage, as to maiming the driver who hit me, I would have loved to..the @!$% didn't even come to ask if I was okay. His daughter who was in the car tried to tell me she knew first aid, and then proceeded to tell me she had to "move me off the road" My foot was pinned under the car for a few minutes before they had the decency to get out of the car after hitting me. She tried taking off my boot on my swelling foot. I was in shock and still managed to "re-educate" her on the consequences of touching me. At the time I worked with the CAA auto club (emergency road service dispatching) I went to college to dispatch for 911 Police Emergency. Needless to say it is an already high stress job, combined with 12 hrs of sitting. Physical limitations prevent me from pursuing it now combined with the PTSD. Years of preparing myself for this career eliminated in a short time. So now I am trying to find something I can do to continue. Struggling with the grief of it's loss is the hardest thing. Grieving for a dream I had nurtured and loved. It's hard, really hard.