The life as I knew it was over.  Change was inevitable, but at twelve going from feeling like you are invincible that you can fly, to being told you will never walk again is a rather humbling experience.

The first months were the hardest, months when I was learning to cope, and learning how to be independent, in a world full of movement, when only half of me moved.

I spent a lot of time questioning the Lord's wisdom in all of this, but I never thought of death.  At twelve years old, you generally have to much living to do before you start thinking about your mortality.

Though the accident certainly woke up the fact that I was not immortal in me.  It also made me realize it was not my time.  God had a reason for my being and I was so thankful for that.

I was one of the more blessed ones despite the accident.  I had a wonderful support group, and I faith that kept me going.  Even on those days when all I wanted to do was cry, I pushed through.  I knew sitting around feeling sorry for myself certainly was not going to accomplish anything.  I was in a chair now, but I was alive.  I had a whole life ahead of me.

I was thankful for life, thankful for every gift I had been given. 

I was going to live a life in a chair, but I was alive, and I still had the whole world in front of me.

To Be Continued