He lost his leg due to the accident. Survived and reconciled. Now I have a prosthesis, but I am not ashamed of it and continue to live as before, wearing shirts and shorts quietly. I usually encounter approving smiles or just confusion in the eyes of passers. But today my mother with the child approached me and struck me in the face, motivating it by the fact that I am destroying the psyche of her child with my appearance. Oh no, I do that, lady, oh not me.