Crippled by My Own Family, Saved by a Secret Uncle

The day my acceptance letter arrived, I got into the Ivy League school I'd worked so hard for.

On the way home from celebrating, a car ran me down and broke both my legs.

Crying, I clutched the doctor's hand and begged him to save them.

If they were truly ruined, I wouldn't just lose the ability to walk. I'd lose my place at the university too.

The doctor sighed and told me the odds of success were low, that I should prepare myself.

Hearing that, the grief was too much, and I passed out.

When I opened my eyes again, my stepmother and my father were whispering somewhere close by.