Today was the first day of a three day first aid course. Boy did I get more than I bargained for… I’m sorry if you’re sick of hearing about my accident, but it is the biggest moment of my life now.
During the training, one of the leaders of the course told a story. It was a story about a boy, who did what I did. He ended up flying down a skiing hill, and crashed at the bottom. He hit a solid tree; I hit a frozen wall. I walked out of my ditch; he didn’t walk again for several weeks. They didn’t know if he was going to make it past that crash. I knew just after I hit the ground that I was going to be O.K. I could have been paralyzed, so easily, or even worse from that crash. I still remember how stunned I was, lying there not even breathing, just knowing that I could move my fingers and toes. This kid wasn’t that lucky. They rushed him out of there, bleeding and in very bad shape. He almost had to have the top of his head cut off to let the pressure out of his brain so it didn’t kill him.
That could have been me. The Lord saved that boy’s life and He saved mine. Tonight I relived the scariest moment of my life, through this boy’s story. I felt again what he would have felt when he hit that tree. I don’t remember if they said whether he was conscious or not, but if he was I doubt he was for long. If he had been, I know how scared he felt, and how much pain he would have been. Or at least, something close.
Honestly, I don’t know why God let me off so easily. It could have been much, much worse. But I know, whatever the reason, He’s got something planned for me. Something important enough that He didn’t want someone else doing it. I’m still here. I can walk, and run, and have minimal pain. I can breath. You never know just how true it is, that God gives us every breath we take, until you almost can’t. I know that now. I know He is in control. And I know He wants me for something, because He saved my life that day. I guess that’s all I have to say.
