scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
I'm still shaking off the memories of the accident that left me crippled at the age of 22. The sound of screeching tires and crunching metal still haunts my dreams every night, but I've learned to accept it as a part of who I am now. I'd always been an adventurous person, which is why I had been on my way to the Grand Prix when tragedy struck. Now I'm stuck with these wheels that are a reminder of what I can no longer do - drive. But despite all this, I still hold onto the hope that I'll find a way to get back behind the wheel again someday.
I'd always dreamed of becoming a racing driver since I was a kid. My dad had been an enthusiast and would take me to watch the races at Monza every year. He even let me sit in his own Ferrari F50, which he'd restored himself. Those were some of my fondest memories growing up - the smell of gasoline, the roar of the engine... everything about racing just clicked with me. And now I'm stuck with this wheelchair, it's like a part of me has been taken away. But I won't let that stop me from living.
People say that life is what happens when you're busy making other plans, but for me, it was the opposite. Life had a way of throwing curveballs my way even before I turned 25. This accident left me with nothing - no job, no car, and worst of
