I knew the second I went to put my foot on the lobby floor that something was painfully wrong. I had missed a couple of stairs and I was airborne Two thoughts raced through my mind, my life will be changed forever and I will not make it out of this alive. Those thoughts continue to haunt me. The next thing I heard was my leg exploding as I slammed into the concrete floor. After twenty-one (and counting) traumatic months, I’m still recovering and the rest of the story is still being written. I’ve titled a potential book WTFGOD and I hope it gets written.