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For Katie :My name is Melinda and, I too, am the champion of being hit by a truck! My story began like yours, but without the bike. I too had was ignoring all signs that were in BOLD ITALIC AND UNDERLINED to "Stay home dumbass!" I too fought with my husband the night before. He still tells me how much he regretted that. Then, walking in the crosswalk under the impression the large garage truck on my left was going straight...BAM! I was hit from from behind, spun around, thrown down, hit by the front wheels, then wedged under the back while being dragged for twenty feet only to then have the wheels stop on top of me, go forward and then back over me. I thought I was going to be able to just stand up and walk to my moms house (who was the next block over) and take a nap on her couch. Then, once that pain hit, my lungs filled with blood, both punctured by my rib cage which had shattered into over forty peices, I couldn't breath. I was all..."WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!? I can't breath??? I have to buy milk! I don't have time for this crap."Anyway, I could go on...but I don't want to steal your thunder. I want to read your book, I want you to read mine!Katie, you and me, we can kick ass! Then scream at the top of our lungs,"FUCK THOSE TRUCKS!" Seriously, it feels so good to yell at random trucks. You and I both know we can smile, make light of our shitty situations, but sometimes we need to close the door and fall into the darkness. We need to sob. Then, get up, wipe the snot from our nose and the drool from our chins, and get back to being the rays of sunshine a we are.Shine on my crushed sister. Shine on.

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For Katie :My name is Melinda and, I too, am the champion of being hit by a truck! My story began like yours, but without the bike. I too had was ignoring all signs that were in BOLD ITALIC AND UNDERLINED to "Stay home dumbass!" I too fought with my husband the night before. He still tells me how much he regretted that. Then, walking in the crosswalk under the impression the large garage truck on my left was going straight...BAM! I was hit from from behind, spun around, thrown down, hit by the front wheels, then wedged under the back while being dragged for twenty feet only to then have the wheels stop on top of me, go forward and then back over me. I thought I was going to be able to just stand up and walk to my moms house (who was the next block over) and take a nap on her couch. Then, once that pain hit, my lungs filled with blood, both punctured by my rib cage which had shattered into over forty peices, I couldn't breath. I was all..."WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!? I can't breath??? I have to buy milk! I don't have time for this crap."Anyway, I could go on...but I don't want to steal your thunder. I want to read your book, I want you to read mine!Katie, you and me, we can kick ass! Then scream at the top of our lungs,"FUCK THOSE TRUCKS!" Seriously, it feels so good to yell at random trucks. You and I both know we can smile, make light of our shitty situations, but sometimes we need to close the door and fall into the darkness. We need to sob. Then, get up, wipe the snot from our nose and the drool from our chins, and get back to being the rays of sunshine a we are.Shine on my crushed sister. Shine on.

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When I initially decided to write Not Afraid of the Fall, it was fueled by both competition and fear. I grew up in a community of overachievers and highly successful people. Many of my closest friends own companies, restaurants and nonprofits. Many are studying to be lawyers, doctors and coaches. My girlfriend is an strong women, who dedicates her to time to molding the minds of children to be successful. My Dad is a CMO for a global IT company and my mom founded her own pharmaceutical safety company. My sister earned her masters in social work while studying in New Zealand and is helping refugees find homes My brother in-law is a consultant with two masters and speaks more languages than I care to comment on, and my brother found his true calling in life as a chef.

I spent many sleepless nights in Europe laying awake fearing that I would never reach the level of success of those around me. What could I do to equal these successes? I convinced myself that if I wrote a book, I would be successful. I would have achieved something substantial. I could compete.

What I didn’t realize until the end of the journey was that it wasn’t the outcome of a book I needed, it was the process of writing it. By allowing my thoughts, feelings and views on life to spill chaotically into my journal every day, I was self-medicating. I realized that I just happened be surrounded by amazing people. I am so lucky to be able to call these people my friends and family.

Writing this book saved my life. Not in the literal sense that I would have died if I didn’t write it, but in the sense that it allowed me to really start living. I no longer quantified my own self-worth by comparing my life to others. My goal for this book is to help any of those that are struggling with the same issues to reach their own peace.

48 days to go....Let’s make this happen.

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