Just a car, man.
Seriously. Hate to play the "it could be worse" card, but it's not that big of a deal. Got beat into a coma, had my face and jaw re-attached, 40% of my face is still paralyzed and for some reason bad luck just follows me around. After a while you get so used to getting back up that you don't know how to stay down anymore.
One thing I learned is, it's not that bad. Trust me. It's not. No matter how bad you think it is, It's not that bad. If you need a solution, PM me. I'll provide you with a solution. It might take up to three years, but trust me, I can solve almost anything. Almost. Somethings I can't fix. My mom's cancer. Couldn't fix that. I could have, but she wouldn't listen to me.
That's the other part. You have to WANT my help, and you have to give up your pride. I can't help you if your pride is more important then success. I gave up my pride years ago. Pride is a useless thing. It's pointless and only of importance to other people who I just don't care about. But if your pride isn't that important to you, you are willing to flirt with the grey area of the law, and you WANT help, I can help just about anyone with just about anything.
I don't think outside the box. I make the box cry for it's mama.
