Gracelyn's StoryI still don't remember the crash. I remember waking up after it. I was in the worst pain I have ever felt, in my life. My legs were pinned in the wreckage, and everything below my knees hurt. I'm still not sure which I realized first; that I couldn't feel my feet, or that the incessant screaming I was hearing was actually me. I couldn't stop. I felt someone grab my hand. A boy, only a little younger than me, had gotten into the back seat. I didn't know who he was, or why he seemed to be crying as hard as I was, but I didn't want him to let go. Just that simple bit of human contact; I still don't know how a stranger holding my hand can mean so much.He kept me focused on him, when they started cutting me out of what was left of my poor little car. He did his best, to distract me from that horrible noise the rescue machines made.Loaded onto the stretcher, they wouldn't let me look at my legs. I knew they were crushed. Would I ever walk again? So many fears raced through my mind at once.