My Accident and Miracle
March 6th is a weird day for me . . . at least it has been since 2007. It was the beginning of a process for me. A process of change, renewal, and recovery. Eight years ago I was hit by an intoxicated driver while I was walking on the sidewalk with my little 3 year old Little Son. We happened to be walking on a sidewalk that is on a bridge which crosses over a large cement ditch. The force of the van hitting my back threw me over the edge of that bridge and down into the ditch below. I fell about 9 feet. I was 6 months pregnant at the time.
My heart beats just a little faster as I type this. I still hold some fears, but I also have overcome many. It was a day of miracles for me, but it also changed my perception of things. I believe we all have something big happen to us (good or bad), at one point or another that changes us forever. A turning point, so to speak. I also firmly believe that we all have little things that happen to us everyday that also change us forever. The hard part is recognizing those little things. And the hardest part is making sure we are changing for the better.
I've tucked a lot of the memories of my March 6th experience away in the corner of my brain, just because so much of it was so overwhelming at the time. But I've had almost 8 years now to soak it all in. Eight years to reflect. And now I want to remember. I want to record the details of this accident--the miracles, the pain, the worries, and the wonderment--here in the next few posts on my blog. I do this because I don't want to forget when I am 85 who helped me and how this experience changed me forever.
Thanks for listening.
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My Accident and Miracle Part 2
My Accident and Miracle Part 3
My Accident and Miracle Part 4
My Accident and Miracle Part 5
My Accident and Miracle--The Final Part