“Hey are you ok?” I heard as I came to, hand numb from lying in the snow. A slightly familiar face, the guy who hit me, faded in, his voice slowly muted by the nearing ambulance sirens. “I got hit by a truck!” I thought as a wave of nausea gripped me and I swallowed it down before taking inventory of my body.
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Getting hit by a truck: Gratitude in the face of adversity
