When the ambulance finally arrived, the paramedics rushed to my side, their faces a blur red, white, and blue. They splinted my arm, easing some of the pain, and assured me that I would be okay. But the fear that had taken root in my heart wouldn't be so easily dispelled.
As the ambulance rushed me to the hospital, I couldn't help but replay the events in my mind. I had narrowly escaped what could have been a tragic fate, and it left me with more questions than answers. Why had someone tried to run me down?
Hours passed in the sterile hospital room as doctors examined my arm and took X-rays. The fracture was clean, they said, and I would need surgery to set it right. The physical pain was excruciating, but it was the emotional turmoil that gnawed at me.
The hospital room had become my t
