The sling serves two roles.
First, it prevents my arm from moving while it heals.
Second, it reminds me of the cruelty of man.
That night was a blur, but I clearly remember the pain from the blows that kept coming and coming.
I will never forget the laughter that surrounded me as I curled in a ball on the ground.
I may not know who attacked me, but once I find out, they will be reminded of all the pain they brought upon me.