Today, I broke down. I cried uncontrollably. I'm okay with admitting it. This happens to all of us at one point in time. We always dream of life changing events. "One day, I'll have enough money to move out of here." "I'm getting married in 6 months." "Retirement is just around the corner." Others dread life changing events. I conversed with 2 men today that were cut down both physically and mentally. I kept thinking, this could very well happen to me, or to any of the other people that I've been talking to lately. It happened to them, and it sucks. One guy told me this, "Infections spread fast. Amputated at my hips. Lying here in bed looking at a flat blanket where my legs used to be. I have no stumps even for prosthetic sockets. It is horrible. They had me in a wheelchair and in the hall and lobby today to get me out. I saw myself in the mirror, it was difficult. In the lobby people stared at me. I was diagnosed Type