I was dating a beautiful girl who lived a very privileged life. She was easy-going and funny, and I had enough money to satisfy her whims. I proposed to her and we got engaged. But a few weeks later, I was in an accident and was left partially paralyzed. The girl I thought was spoiled ended up taking care of me for several months and proved herself to be a loving woman and a faithful friend. She sold a lot of her things which I didn't think she'd be able to live without. She learned how to cook special meals for me. She wouldn't allow me to apologize for anything. And during the whole time, she didn't show a hint of doubt, disgust, or fear.
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