Reliving the Attack

Never in my life have I considered myself a victim. Although by anyone’s perspective, I suppose I would be justified in doing so.  The victim of child abuse at the hands of my father, the victim of a few nasty car accidents, the victim of a rare eye disease robbing me of my sight, the victim of a vicious dog attack 8 months ago.  But I’m NOT a victim.  I’m a visually impaired triathlete dammit!  I’m strong, determined and full of purpose to be the best Amy I can be and fight hard for my friends in need and those that can’t fight for themselves.  I’m not a survivor, but a THRIVER.  

So you can imagine my shock upon waking up from a nightmare reliving this dog attack last night.  I tossed and turned and kept hearing my own screams while desperately reaching out for my guide dog to…