Dear So and So.
You took my case. You said you would fight for me. You lazy bastard, you told me my injuries weren't much because I had only broken a couple of bones, and football players are much tougher than girls, they do that all the time.

You took a settlement I asked you not to because you thought you knew better. You told me I was young and resilient, that I would be fine. My doctors blew through that in less than a year. You wouldnt fight for PT for me, you thought you knew better.

Well, it's many years later, and only now can I get back on a bike. Of course, I am on a bike because I have so much trouble walking. I might not have healed better with proper care, but I had a *right* to it, to try to heal as well as I could have.

You righteous, pretentious ***. You smug idiot. I hope you get it now. I hope your nursing home attendant is a cycle commuter. I hope your kids live three states away and are too "busy" to visit you. I hope I never see you in the street, because I might need a lawyer if I do.