Just Do It

Sunday morning July 24, 2011 I discovered I had wings. I was hit by a speeding BMW literally one block away from my home after an awesome night in the west village with my boyfriend. Ironically, we were discussing the importance of enjoying life to its fullest potential over wings and guacamole nachos while hits by the late Amy Winehouse spun in the background. Unbeknownst to us, we'd be living a nightmare later that night. In a matter a seconds my boyfriend and I were hurled into the air and hit the hard concrete. It felt like eternity that I was laying flat on the ground, arms sprawled out beside me. Suddenly nothing mattered anymore, for I was convinced I'd be crushed to death by incoming traffic....Read on at BEAUTYANDTHESTREET.NET