My youngest daughter is now into her third month of healing after seven surgeries, a skin graft, and in home wound care. She is still here with her six year old son, Z.
Today's visit to doctor was not what we wanted to hear...the bone may never heal. On the bright side all the screws and wires are holding her bone together. Doc said the bone would not crumble so Maria can begin to test the foot a little at a time.
The man who was responsible for the accident did not have insurance. It's true. He didn't and there's nothing that can be done to help Maria with her lost car, lost wages and for right now, lost ability to walk.
You know what trouble I get into when I start thinking, well, I thought anyway. I came up with a brilliant idea to show him as an unlawful and unsafe person. I compiled a letter to the editor for local newspapers.
That letter was some of my best writing, I thought. I crafted it carefully making sure only facts were used. I spun a tale that would make a repo man cry and a lawbreaker run for high country.
I decided to send it to my lawyer first to make sure the letter was not slanderous. He replied it was a good letter and by no means was it slanderous, HOWEVER, he would not advise me to send it to the papers. Why? you ask. Well, my lawyer knows me and he said the man would reply publicly and, knowing me, I would respond and on and on. The lawyer said he could see no benefits for me or my daughter by publishing this letter. Then he made my day by saying, "Gail, you can never win a pissing contest with a skunk."