When I said "thats wierd" I was talking about fate...

Sometimes I think I was born to be crippled in a bizarre way. Trees, cars, and bedposts just attack and attack my leg. But lets start out with the most recent attack on my litte Achilles Heel... my ankle.
I, of late, have acquired a car that my constituents would refer to as "Ghetto." Meaning I have been forced to cover the passenger window with thick plastic due to a broken thingymabob that refuses to allow me to roll up said window.
Unfortunately the plastic did not want to stick today and so I was forced to try and wring the water out of the cloth seats, it didn't work. But as I patted and patted the seat in vain with a towel I noticed that my feet were becoming cold and wet so I closed the door... unfortunately I did not move my ankle out of the way before hand.
My poor sister whose virgin ears will always be marred my by blasphemous mouth from this day forth helped me into the house.
Luckily this is one of the least severe injuries I managed to cause myself and so my ankle is only bruised but that doesn't mean that I came away uninjured.
There is a part of my in constant motion. I sway, I skip, I walk, I pace, I pace, I pace. There is nothing more debilitating terrifying to me than loosing that. It's like a model whose face was seriously marred by an accident. Losing my mobility is the scariest thing that could happen.
It's not just the fear being restrained and out of control, it's the way people look at me. When I go on crutches everyone else seems to loose their hearing. "I'll get the door.... No... seriously I said I got it.... I'm serious... Don't!... DON'T!... UGH... hhhhh... whatever....thanks..." I loose a major part of my personality. People don't see me the same.
I am independence. I am freedom. I am ferocity. But when I'm incapable of moving that's not what people see. I become dependence, weakness, meek. People assume I don't mean it when I say I don't want your help. But when I can't move, even the small act of opening my own door is the small dignity that keeps myself intact.
The truth is... Fear is not an object, it's a loss.
This story is 100% true... I promise.