The fact that I am alive is a miracle but the fact that I lost my legs is my own fault, I was stupid enough to get in the car with my friend, my date to the prom who had been drinking, and yes I had been drinking too, seventeen year olds really have no bussiness drinking, but at the time, just a few short months ago, it was like I lived my life for the parties, I felt that because I was in my Senior year, it was my unwritten right to party, and thats exactly what I did.
I am more than thankful for the fact that I am alive, for the fact that I am here, and yes I deal with the injury and I grieve over the loss of my legs, but I really have no one to be mad at myself.
I learned that partying in the moment may seem like fun, but waking up in a hospital bed, with nothing left of your legs but bloodied stums certainly is not any sort of fun, but the fact of the matter is if this is what it took to turn me to Christ then it was worth it.
I discovered early on in the weeks after loosing my legs that the partying friends were in no way shape or form my friends, my true st friend was Candace, who spent hours at my bedside praying for me, and the Lord answered her prayers on my behalf because just over a month ago I gave my heart to Jesus.
I feel now that if it took my legs to get me to have a relationship with Christ, then it was well worth it. I'm in no way shape or form claiming this was easy, I am just saying that I needed to open my heart to Christ, before I continued down that fast path of destruction.
I know it may sound strange when I write this, but in a strange way I am starting to see what happened to me as a blessing in disguise, but it shook me to my knees litterally.
Kierra Age 17