- Dec 4, 2002
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Well maybe not really. The first day of my life that I can remember I was run over by a truck and left for dead. I was 4 years old. But not until my head had bounced a bit on a gravel paved road since my my pants had hung on the rear bumper of the mail truck that had driven over me. Hope this makes you feel better about the way your life turned out.
PS. Did I ever stop hurting? No.
Wish they had taken me to a veterinarian. They would have known what to do.
PS. Did I ever stop hurting? No.
Wish they had taken me to a veterinarian. They would have known what to do.
