Some say miracles come in all shapes and sizes.
I suppose that would make my miracle a huge one.
The fact that I am here is a miracle. I was clincially dead, for several minutes before the paramadics came, three years ago, I was struck by a diesel, thrown out of my 84 Camaro, I had only had for a year, My Dad got it for my sixtenth birthday. He still feels guilty about that, because he feels he is the reason this happened, but he was not the one who fell asleep at the wheel.
I was dead for close to five minutes. I mean everything in my body ceased to work.
I remember little about that, only the sense that God was telling me it was not my time.
I regained full consciousness three days later, in the hospital. The throw from the vehicle had done damage to my spinal cord, leaving me with no feeling below the waist, and unable to move anything below my waist, but I was alive. I knew that I had been given a second chance.
I am sure their were moments I felt sorry for myself, wondered why at seventeen I had to become a parapalegic, but for the most part I tried to look at the postive. I was alive.
some called it a miracle, others called it courage. My family called it both, that and the Grace of God.
I was alive and I was going to be okay. I would live my life from a wheelchair, but I would live my life.
And I have faith that someday I will walk. It has been three years since the accident, and I still cannot stand on my own, but that does not lessen my faith any.
Right now though, I am going to enjoy the life I have been given, the second chance. At twenty I have experienced things that some will never experience in a lifetime, and I have first hand seen what miracles and courage can do for a person.
They can bring someone back from the dead, they did me.
To Be Continued
Authors Note: Thank you Karen Vidra for the inspiration behind this one~~~