Not so perfect after all, or maybe better?

I just graduated college. I moved to LA, I got a job. My life was going perfectly. I had friends and a somewhat loving family. But I loved my life.

That's when I got in a car accident. My leg was basically crushed, my life was ruined, I couldn't work anymore, I couldn't even walk.

But he helped me. How? Don't ask me, but he did something to me, to get me back, get me going. He gave me my life back.