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Jordache
Guest
By the grace of God I am still walking and talking. Yesterday morning as I was walking to work I was hit by a pickup who didn't bother noticing it was my turn to cross and I was already in the street. I ran into the truck and pushed myself off. The mirror struck me and spun me around. The driver looked at me and took off. I've tried to make a police report and keep getting tossed between agencies. The emotional turmoil is worse than the physical pain. I have a bruise on my slinged arm and I walked with a limp, but what hurts mire than anything is that once again I'm not worth protecting.