How I almost lost my feet to save my face

When I was a teenager I almost lost both of my feet.

No. I don’t mean I stumbled, or lost my footing. I mean I was at risk of my feetbeing potentially cut off. Gone.Bye bye.

Iwasn’tparticularlyreligious, but I enjoyed spending time with my church youth group. They were a fun group (with a couple of guys who were easy on the eye), and it was an excuse to hang out with people my age without parents orhomework. The group I belonged to regularly participated in a summer day camp programforunderpriv...