For weeks after the accident I felt that my life was over.
I was angry at everyone and everything.
Life had dealt me a bad hand.
I was seventeen and being told I would never walk again.
I felt sick inside, like my life was over, like not being able to walk meant some kind of death.
I used to run track, play softball, swim and now I could not even walk.
Who was going to fall in love with me when I was like this?
Would I be able to leave a productive life?
Would I depend on someone for the rest of my life.
After weeks of bitterness, and sulking around the house, Mom decided to do something, to get me interested in life.
"Cecilia when you were younger you used to love to take pictures, I bought you a camera, I want you to go out and take pictures. There's a closs on digital photography this summer I think you should take it."
I didn't say anything, but the camera was a nice one I could not believe Mom had done this for me, but she had. I was blessed and I knew it.
"Cecilia I also think you should go back to church, you are letting the darkness take over. I am not going to force you, but it would make me very happy if you came with me."
I had all but given up on the Lord, my faith had been so shaken but I had survived, I should thank the Lord for the light, and the light was begining to emerge again.
To Be Continued