Time heals all wounds. ~ Geoffrey Chaucer
I was 19 0n a beautiful Sunday afternoon when a drunk driver crossed the center line doing 65 mph, hitting my Dodge Dart head on. She walked away with some minor cuts. It took the EMTs and the Jaws-of Life to get me out of the wreckage of my little sedan.
After setting my leg and putting 4o stitches in my knee, the on-call doctor began a crisscross of stitches in my jaw.