I have a handicapped placard hanging from my rear-view mirror. I never thought I'd need one, and I'm thankful it’s a red one, which means temporary.

A year ago Monday, I tipped over the ladder I was standing on, landed on the concrete and shattered my hip socket. I was in a wheelchair for two months, a walker for another couple and then a cane. 

A year later, my gait looks almost normal, but every step I take with my left foot is painful from residual nerve damage. Some days are better than others, and on those days, I park in regular parking spaces, but a lot of times that little placard makes it possible for me to go to events or stores or restaurants.

Before my fall, I was one of the most judgmental people you've ever seen about who should and shouldn't park in handicapped spots. But this changed me.

I know some people abuse those placards, but most don't and have legitimate medical issues, some that are obvious, some, like mine, that aren't so obvious.

I also want to thank these guys - John, Douglass, and Mark who have gone above and beyond helping me over the last year here in the studio.

Sam too. There he is, hard at work! And Ronnie in the control room. 

And my partner here [Amanda Taylor], who pushed my wheelchair around the station and we can show you the scratched door jams to prove it!

Lastly, to all of you who expressed your concern and best wishes, it means more to me than I can ever say. Sounds strange but this past year has been a blessing.

I'm Kelly Ogle and that's My 2 Cents.