There are people who have been horrifically bent by the severity of their wounds. But there are also those who have been raised up by the lessons inherent in those wounds to the point that they are no longer bent nor ever will be bent again. And the difference between the two rests in the fact that the former let their wounds define them, while the latter let the lessons embolden them.

I decry the injustice of my wounds, only to look down and see that I am holding a smoking gun in one hand and a fistful of ammunition in the other.