What was supposed to be a day filled with fun and joy turned into a tragic incident for the grad-student at The University of Georgia, Aimee Copeland.
That day in 2012, she and her friends decided to go on a trip to a small lake, where they could zipline over the water. This sounded like a great idea which they all loved the moment they heard it.
Unfortunately, when it was Aimee’s turn to have some fun, the the cable snapped and she fell down a cliff. Sadly, she lost her leg that day.
Aimee was rushed to the hospital, and once there doctors had more horrific news. Aimme contracted a very serious flesh-eating bacteria which infected her wound. It was a matter of hours if she would survive or live.
The bacteria she had is known as Aeromonas hydrophila. This bacteria easily leads to a life-threatening condition known as necrotizing fasciitis, commonly referred to as a flesh-eating disease.
It required 11 surgeries for her life to be saved, but she lost both her hands and legs which needed to be amputated.
However, as brave as she has been, this young woman didn’t let the tragedy stay on her way of living her life to the best of her abilities.
Four years after the incident, Aimee shared a photo of herself at the beach, wearing a bikini and putting a huge smile on her face.
Many found inspiration in the photo and it was soon shared on the social media thousands of times with many saying that Aimee is a true inspiration.
She’s proud of herself and of everything she managed to overcome, and what’s most, she’s proud of her body and the way she looks after the ordeal she had gone through.
“It has taken me a long time to become comfortable with and accept my new body. We are ALL made with imperfections and there is so much beauty in our flaws. The scars and skin grafting build character! It’s not about what you have — what you do with what you have is what really counts,” she wrote in the caption.
Today, Aimee is an advocate for amputee and disability rights, and she continues to inspire others through her public speaking engagements and social media posts. What’s most, she’s pursuing a PhD in psychology at the University of West Georgia.
She is the perfect example that nothing can take our dreams away, not even a tragedy like the one she suffered.
If you want to learn more about this gorgeous young lady check out the video below.
She inquired, “What’s the price for the eggs?” The elderly seller responded, “0.25 cents per egg
The old egg seller, his eyes weary and hands trembIing, continued to sell his eggs at a loss. Each day, he watched the sun rise over the same cracked pavement, hoping for a miracle. But the world was indifferent. His small shop, once bustling with life, now echoed emptiness.
The townspeople hurried past him, their footsteps muffled by their own worries. They no longer stopped to chat or inquire about the weather. The old man’s heart sank as he counted the remaining eggs in his baskets. Six left. Just six. The same number that the woman had purchased weeks ago.
He remembered her vividly—the woman with the determined eyes and the crisp dollar bill. She had bargained with him, driving a hard bargain for those six eggs. “$1.25 or I will leave,” she had said, her voice firm. He had agreed, even though it was less than his asking price. Desperation had cIouded his judgment.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The old seller kept his promise, selling those six eggs for $1.25 each time. He watched the seasons change—the leaves turning from green to gold, then falling to the ground like forgotten dreams. His fingers traced the grooves on the wooden crate, worn smooth by years of use.
One bitter morning, he woke to find frost cIinging to the windowpane. The chill seeped through the cracks, settling in his bones. He brewed a weak cup of tea, the steam rising like memories. As he sat on the same wooden crate, he realized that he could no longer afford to keep his small shop open.
The townspeople had moved on, their lives intertwined with busier streets and brighter lights. The old man packed up his remaining eggs, their fragile shells cradled in his weathered hands. He whispered a silent farewell to the empty shop, its walls bearing witness to countless stories—the laughter of children, the haggling of customers, and the quiet moments when he had counted his blessings.
Outside, the world was gray—a canvas waiting for a final stroke. He walked the familiar path, the weight of those six eggs heavier than ever. The sun peeked through the clouds, casting long shadows on the pavement. He reached the edge of town, where the road met the horizon.
And there, under the vast expanse of sky, he made his decision. With tears in his eyes, he gently placed the eggs on the ground. One by one, he cracked them open, releasing their golden yoIks. The wind carried their essence away, a bittersweet offering to the universe.
The old egg seller stood there, his heart as fragile as the shells he had broken. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face. And in that quiet moment, he whispered a prayer—for the woman who had bargained with him, for the townspeople who had forgotten, and for himself.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, he turned away from the empty road. His footsteps faded, leaving behind a trail of memories. And somewhere, in the vastness of the universe, six golden yolks danced—a silent requiem for a forgotten dream.
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