Blog 7- Claire Fisher

Wake up. Go to school. Go home. Do homework. Check Facebook. Cry. Scream for your mother. Call your friends. What started as a normal soon became one of the worst days of my life when I discovered from a Facebook post, that two of my best friends had been run over by a car.
On a warm day in September, the Lanier Middle School cross-country team went running around the Montrose area for their after school training. Two of my overachieving friends decided they would lead the group and jogged ahead with one of the coaches. They came to an intersection, waited for the light to change, and went on again. Soon, ambulances and news helicopters arrived at the seen and the trio was sent to the hospital. An old man, temporarily blinded by the sun, was rushing to get a pizza, when he almost killed the three pedestrians.
My friends' lives became a whirlwind of doctor's appointments, pity, and elevators. One of the friends, Matt, received brain damage and internal bleeding from the blow. My other friend, Kyra, was run over and the bone in her left thigh started to degenerate. She had surgery once she entered the hospital, but this was ineffective and she had to receive an experimental surgery at Duke University months later. The coach hit the windshield and flew over the car. She only fractured her tibia.
I remember seeing Kyra for the first time after the accident. She was sitting up in bed, eating a large burrito. Any bystander would think she was there for a routine check up. Before the accident, Kyra was my small, spunky friend, who was your run of the mill band kid. Since the accident, Kyra is my strong, unyielding friend, who can take on anything and come out better than before.
Kyra was in a wheel chair for nine months and on crutches for two. Most would complain and lose hope of getting better. Everyday for those eleven months, Kyra did exactly as she was told and was even able to dance a little at our 8th grade dance, with the permission of her doctor.
The second surgery was a huge success and Kyra is not limited by her leg. She is my reminder that life goes on and nothing can stop you.