When I look at my preschooler's beautiful smile, I am overcome with joy. But then I look at the scars on my body and am confronted with a question: Why am I still here? My arm and leg were ripped open by flying shrapnel when the first bomb exploded at the Boston Marathon in 2013. I'm only alive today because I stumbled into a store where workers applied tourniquets to stop my bleeding. I've had…
I survived the Boston Marathon bombing. Now I use cannabis to help me with my PTSD. posted first on http://uppercanadaseedbank.blogspot.com
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