Help Me Recover After a Hit-and-Run Outside My Home I'm Terry Murphy, and I find myself in an unfamiliar place – on the side of needing help, rather than giving it. For as long as I can remember, I've been lending a hand, offering support to those around me and through the organizations I belong to. But life has a way of reminding us that we're all human, susceptible to the twists and turns it throws our way. Just a few months ago, my world took an unexpected detour. I was intentionally run over by a car right outside my own home, just before I was set to return to work. It was as if fate itself intervened, altering the course of my life in an instant. As I try to recover from this, I'm faced with a reality I never imagined – mounting bills, bounced payments, and a credit card stretched to its limit. To add to the weight, my life insurance and disability insurance payments are now in jeopardy, further complicating an already challenging situation. we have been close to losing our home and a vehicle several times in the last few months. Physically, I bear the marks of the accident – six staples on the top of my head and fractures in both my tibia and fibula. A steel rod was surgically inserted into my tibia to hold the broken bones together, an embodiment of my determination to heal and return to a semblance of normalcy. Bedridden for months and relying on a walker for even the simplest of tasks, I'm was reminded every day of the fragility of life. Ten days after the incident, detectives reached out to me, offering a glimmer of hope for justice. I identified the young man through a mugshot but the prosecutor (Jane Peters Baker) refuses to prosecute because I cannot come up with a photo or video of his license plate. Even though I saw his face from less than 2 feet away. My doctor's predictions of a return to work in a month or two hold a promise of brighter days, but the path there is laden with challenges. And so, in this moment of vulnerability, I find myself asking for help – a plea tinged with embarrassment, as it goes against the grain of who I've always been. If you can spare a couple of dollars, maybe 5 or 10 bucks, it would mean more than words can express. I need not just to help myself but to continue supporting the very people I've dedicated my life to. Thank you for taking the time to read my story, to understand the unexpected journey life has put upon me in my senior years. As I navigate this path of healing and humility, I'm reminded that sometimes, the strongest thing we can do is to admit when we need a helping hand. With heartfelt gratitude, Terry Murphy
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