Sasha and I were on a 57 MBTA bus going out on Commonwealth Ave right before the Brighton Ave split when another bus crashed into the back of us. We got hit twice, I’m not sure if both times were the bus or if the car hit us once. I was standing in the rear of the bus when it was hit. We got hit really hard and a couple people who were standing fell down but weren’t hurt. I thought it was really exciting. We pulled over and got out for a couple minutes before another empty bus pulled up to take all the passengers (2 busses worth) to their destinations. The people in the car were hurt and ambulances and firetrucks came. Some pictures:
Author: Openbah
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1 year, 11 days
Had a small milestone yesterday, I ran for the first time since my surgery. Not sure if you can really call it a run, it took me 11 minutes to go 1 mile. Regardless, it made me feel real good. I’m going to start slow and build a solid foundation before I start pushing myself. It was more uncomfortable than painful, it felt like I was re-learning how to run. Hopefully it won’t be too long before I remember. I’ll keep you updated on my progress.
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Five and a half weeks
I will never forget my Platoon Commander Captain R. walking into my hospital room the day after my surgery, I was so surprised to see him. He sat in I-95 traffic for half a day so he could see how I was doing in person. I remember the look on his face when he realized how bad things were. He told me he sat the whole platoon down and had a long talk with them about what had happened to me. After a brief visit Captain R. went back to Quantico, but I wish he’d have stayed longer. That was the last time I saw anyone from my platoon.
I wonder sometimes that if I ever do see Captain R. or anyone else from the 4th Platoon staff again, if they’d remember me. Regardless if I ever make it back to Quantico, my life was changed more in those 5 and a half weeks by those Marines, than in my 24 years prior.
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One year update
It is pretty unbelievable that it has been an entire year since I broke my hip at OCS. I wish I could say time has flown by, but it hasn’t. Every day I think about being back in Quantico. When I close my eyes at night I see pickup, SIs, bivouacs, boxed chow, the Quigly, the bridge, my squadbay, and the graduation I never attended.
I had my appointment yesterday and things didn’t go how I’d hoped. Dr. C. said that he’d like to give the hip more time to heal before we take out the screws. He said that if we took the screws out now and the bone broke, we would lose all the progress we’ve made. He doesn’t want to see me again until August. In the meantime he told me I can push myself as hard as I can, including trying to run again. We’ll see how that goes.
The obvious bad news is that it’s going to be at least 6 months more before I can move on from all of this. Captain B. clearly stated I had to be off of disability before I can start the paperwork to return. The worse news is my time to get back into the Marines is quickly shrinking. I turn 26 in May.
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America is at the mall
From the February 19th Kansas City Star:
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