My eyes opened to chaos. People's mouths stretched with screams, yet my ears heard nothing. Even more odd, I felt no pain.

Five years later...

I stood, literally and figuratively, on top of the world. Stretching my fingertips upward, I believed I could almost touch God. An unforgettable, powerful energy enveloped me as I looked down at the Himalayas. Peace had finally found me at roughly 29,000 feet in the sky!    

Back at base camp, I detached my prosthetic leg and smiled, reflecting on this mountain I had climbed. 

The bomb didn't get the last word in my story.