I feel like I've told my story a million times..

Today when I was at the courage center, I was telling another lady who was sitting in the waiting room by me about why I was in a wheelchair, because she asked, but then I stopped about midway through the story and said to her,"I thought that you knew what happened to me." Then she said,"yeah.. I did.. But I wasn't sure that he was drinking." So did you guys get money or whatever from the accident?" Then I looked at her and said,"well.. Nothing could be worth everything that I've had to go through and nothing could repay that guy in the back seat's life to his family." Then I told her that my grandma told me that the liquor store that sold the driver and his friends alcohol had got shut down because they got in trouble for other instances (I guess).. So that only left the insurance company of the driver. I also told her about how the driver of the car that I was in, didn't even have the fuckin decency to see how the girl who he nearly killed is doing.. So I admit that I might have flipped a guilt trip or two on him but that's NOTHIN, if you take into consideration that he almost KILLED ME. I think that I'm gonna be sick with how fast and recklessly this transportation driver is driving.. Damn.