I had been working for the architect for about a month or so. It was a great job. They would take me to the highest point of the rollercoaster, lock my wheelchair onto the track, and push me. Sure I fell off the track a lot, but they made their adjustments and everything was fine. One day; however, I was racing down one of the tracks and my wheelchair flipped of the track. I went flying off, and as I was falling I made an effert to grab the bars beneath the coaster. My hand slipped and my arm got caught, it was torn off.
After the train accident, I was put into a wheel chair, and thrown into a disabilities center. Leter on I was offered a job working for an architect. He designed and built rollercoasters for amusement parks. He said i'd be perfect for testing the tracks on his rollercoasters to make sure they held the coaster on correctly. I had been hoping for a safe and secure job so I accepted.
After waking up from the coma, I was shunned and forced to wander alone. I walked in complete darkness and had no idea where i was. I couldn't have a seeing-eye-dog, I'm afraid of them having been a rabbit for so long, and walking sticks were out of the question due to my recently obtained phobia of sticks, understandably.
I was stumbling along one day not knowing I was near the railroad tracks. I heard a train coming so I thought to get over onto the sidewalk to be out of the way. There wasn't any sidewalk around. I was walking on the track as the train got louder and started blowing its horn. I ignored it in belief that i was safe, and the train ran me over sheering off both legs.
I decided to quit working for the architect and went back to the Disabilities Center. A few months passed and I fell into another job. There was a balloon salesman outside where I was staying. He asked me if I'd be so kind as to hold his balloons while he helped customers. I was really good at that job. For a person with one limb, a mangled face, and no eyesight, I'd say I was doing pretty well for myself.
I remember waking up as a human child. I was awfully disorientated and began to panic. I stood up quickly and, while frantically flailing my arms, ran as fast i could in a zig zag motion in case of predators. During my panic I didn't realize the hole in the ground that I was approaching. I tripped, hit my head on a rock, and fell face first into a jumble of sharp sticks protruding out of the ground.
Due to the accident, I was induced into a coma lasting 11 years, which robbed me of all my potential childhood memories. My face was terribly mutilated by the sharp sticks I fell on, and I was a victim of chronic blindness for 11 years.