The best way to describe the pain is if someone were to take a hammer and pound your thumb over and over.

A friend nominated me, but I didn't think anything of it because there were 4,200 nominations.

When I first had it amputated I didn't know what to expect. I didn't take into consideration the little things like taking a shower or driving a car. Now I'm the most active I've been in my life.

I was watching a show on land-mine victims and how they didn't have the funding for prosthetics.

Why is love such a sorrowful thing, this I never could understand; passion and pain are linked together, ever I find them hand in hand.

I wonder if pain comes from surrendering or resisting?