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January 8, 2000
During the past few years we have been going through a very tough time. We have been financially ruined by a bad business partnership, and I have been diagnosed with Lupus and live in pain and exhaustion everyday. We have lost our business, and been forced into a bankruptcy that we don't even have enough money to cover. We struggled for two years, and tried to overcome obstacle after obstacle, but finally conceded that God was trying to tell us something and had other plans for us. The Friday before Christmas we closed our doors and walked away from everything that we have worked so hard for. We don't know what God wants us to do, but we know we want to spend our life dedicated to God helping others. We had hoped that shutting the company down would be the beginning of a new life, not an easy life, but a new one. On that Friday, my husband had just finished making our last and final delivery. He called me on my cell phone as I was finishing up my Christmas shopping. He was on his way to pick me up. I was walking through the mall speaking with him when there was a loud crash, and I heard my husband moaning, "Oh, God, no." Then I heard nothing except crying, and then nothing at all. He wouldn't respond. I hung up and started running. I am four-and-a-half months pregnant, and suffer from Lupus, and have difficulty walking-but that day I ran. He was about one-and-a-half miles from where I was. I phoned him over and over, and finally he answered. I heard someone ask him his name, and he couldn't remember, so I knew it was bad. I was terrified. By the grace of God, it took me only a few minutes to run with my arms full of bags. When I arrived, I couldn't believe what I saw. My husband drove a '97 Suburban. His truck was totaled. It had been pushed from the street up the curb and into the parking lot of a park. I thank God that no one had been standing on the corner, as is usually the case. They were just getting my husband out of the truck when I arrived. He had been knocked unconscious, but had awakened and started speaking. Yet, he couldn't remember anything. His biggest fear was that he couldn't remember if I had been in the car with him or not. Even with his injuries, he was worried about me, and whether anyone else had been hurt. It was then that I found out that he had been hit by an ambulance that was speeding, traveling against traffic. They had been behind him, and switched into oncoming lanes to get around the traffic. There were no lights or or a asiren when they were behind him that my husband could remember, when he had begun his left-hand turn and was already through the intersection. The ambulance driver had panicked and hit his brakes, causing them to skid directly into the driver side door. If not for the skid, they would have missed him altogether. My husband hit his head very hard on the metal above the door window, but-amazingly-when my husband arrived at the hospital, he didn't have one cut or broken bone. He did have a head injury and is still recovering, but will be okay. After speaking with the police, investigators, and doctors, we were told that if my husband had been driving anything other than the Suburban-or had been just a half inch shorter than he is-that he would have been killed on impact. Everyone said that he was very lucky, but my husband and I know that there was no luck; God came to visit. I truly believe that it was God's way of showing us that, despite all the other hardships we were enduring, things could certainly be worse. He reconfirmed to us that as long as we keep our faith, and our family is together, that we are still blessed, and that God is still with us along this path no matter how difficult. It is truly a miracle that my husband is still here to share my life, and I thank God everyday. June 29, 2001 In October, 2000, a friend and I had gone to Georgia to see my mother who was in the hospital. On our way back I had gotten really sick, and my friend was very tired. Since we were driving straight through, she asked me to drive for a little while so I said I would try for a while. We got fifty-six miles from our home and I blacked out, ran off the road, jumped a fence and a creek between the interstate, and slammed into the bank on the other side. We hit on our top flipped back. The car's bumper hung on a tree stump, which I truly believe God placed there. We were half in the water. It was up to our necks. We sat there, snakes all around us. Severely, I was injured and my friend died instantly. We sat there for seventeen hours until a young man named Joshua who was hunting found us. I was given up almost for dead. They airlifted me to a hospital in Little Rock, Arkansas. I had twenty-one broken bones in my face, my nose ripped off, the top of my head was sliced off, and my leg was broken in two places. I was on a ventilator for five weeks, and then a trek for four mores weeks after that, but I had prayers for me everywhere. I spent two months in the hospital, and four more months there in Little Rock with home care, and then physical therapy. My leg healed on its on with no surgeries. The main doctor on the staff said he had never seen anyone in my shape live. But I did, and I know my Father in Heaven was with me through it all. I truly believe in miracles and healing through GOD. July 1, 2001 On Saturday June 30, 2001, five members of my church family and I were on our way home from a church event. We were traveling on the highway in the far middle lane with traffic on both sides, The sky was darkening and you could see a storm coming with lightning flashes ahead of us. Suddenly, the right front tire blew out and every one of us remained calm, as we all expected something awful to happen because of the traffic around us. But we suddenly realized that there was no traffic near us. The driver slowly pulled the van across two lanes to the side of the highway. I remember looking back and it seems like all the traffic was cleared from us, because when we reached the side of the road and got out to repair the tire the traffic was speeding by nonstop. With lightning flashing around and raindrops starting to fall, we had the tire changed in fifteen minutes and were on our way. It was like an angel had spread his wings down across the highway to keep traffic away from us. Truly God is great and performs miracles. June 14, 2002 It was Christmas Eve, 2001. It started out as just a normal day but would soon turn into a day that would never be forgotten. It was a day full of miracles that changed our lives forever. My husband, John, and my son, Greg, were both off work that day for the holiday. My sister, Billie Jean, and I both had to work. We had planned to go to my Mother's house later that evening for a family gathering, but as we would soon find out our plans would be drastically changed. It was a very slow day at work so the company was sending people home early. They put everyone's name on a list and would draw a few names each hour to send home. At 2:00 p.m., Billie Jean and I were leaving for lunch when they picked her name to go home early. She had already clocked out so she said she would just go on to lunch with me and come back and wait around a while to see if I too would be leaving early. We both had cell phones and turned them on when we left and turned them off when we returned at 2:45 p.m. At 3:00 p.m., the manager came around to draw a few more names of people to send home. My name was not drawn. Billie decided to call my husband to ask him a question but no one answered at my house. She then tried his cell phone and it was busy. She kept trying his cell phone and soon reached him. His voice was quite panicky as he yelled, "Why didn't you or Sherry answer your cell phone?" He had been trying for about fifteen minutes to call us and he didn't know our work number because he was not at home to look it up. She explained we had just gotten back from lunch and had to turn them off. She then asked him what was wrong. Neither one of us were prepared for his answer! He said that he was just walking out the door to go to his sister's house when he received a phone call from an EMT letting him know that our only son had just been involved in a very serious automobile accident just . . . down the road from our house. He was being Careflighted to a hospital. Greg and his girlfriend, Rachel, had just left our house a few minutes before John received the call. They were on their way into town when they came up to an S curve. Rachel was driving and, just as they began to enter the curve, they heard a loud "pop." The car jerked to the right into a ditch and then went back to the left and out of control. Rachel tried desperately to steer but nothing worked. She tried hitting the brakes but the car would not stop. (We later found out this was due to the axle breaking and cutting the brake line.) The car then hit a mailbox, two wooden posts, and three trees. One of the trees was hit head on and the trees somehow fell in front of the car and formed a platform for the car to sit on as it finally came to a sudden stop. If not for the trees landing the way they did the car would have gone on down into a house or over a ravine into the creek. Just as the car came to a stop, an off duty EMT from a different township was passing by and stopped to see if he could help. He expected to find at least one dead body but found both Greg and Rachel were alive and alert. Greg said he couldn't breathe very well and his chest began to hurt so he managed to recline his seat and lay back. Rachel was pinned behind the wheel and was not thrown out of the car. Greg was pinned beneath the dash and firewall. The EMT summoned help and had Careflight dispatched. Greg then told him our home phone number and asked him to call his dad. When the paramedics arrived they had to cut off both doors and the roof of the car to get Greg and Rachel out. They were trapped in the car for almost thirty minutes. When Careflight arrived they were both flown immediately to the hospital's trauma center in Ohio. The trip would take about forty-five minutes by ground but they made it in about ten minutes. My manager was standing close to me when Billie told me the news. Two of the other girls that had just been told could go home early were still there. They both volunteered to stay at work so that I could leave. Luckily, Billie was still there to drive because I was not able to do so at the time. John also was unable to drive and asked our neighbor to drive him to the hospital. Billie and I met John at the hospital. When we arrived at the hospital, we were told that we could not go back to see Greg because they were working on him and doing a CAT scan. Rachel's sister, John's sister and his nephews soon arrived. After about twenty minutes one of the staff members came to ask if Greg's family and Rachel's family could come into a conference room to await news from the doctor. Our hearts sank as we heard this because we knew it wasn't going to be good news and thought for sure that one or both of them were dead. Soon the head of the trauma team and a cardio surgeon came to the door. (Just then Billie Jean's in-laws showed up with Billie's three small children.) The first doctor explained that Rachel was doing fine with some cuts, bruises, and a head concussion, but that Greg was in very critical condition and would need to undergo emergency surgery. The cardio surgeon then explained that Greg had sustained two tears in his descending aorta and that this injury is the number one fatality in most auto accidents. Greg's aorta was being held together by one very small piece of fatty tissue over his sternum. The cardio surgeon also explained that Greg may not survive this operation and if the aorta were to rupture he would bleed to death in a matter of seconds and they would not be able to save him. There was also a great chance that he would be paralyzed from the chest down if he did survive. The doctor in charge of the trauma team planned to do a bypass in order to repair the torn aorta. As the tears poured down my face, I asked if John and I could see Greg before they took him into surgery and he said that someone would come get us in a few minutes to take us to Greg. With that, the doctor in charge of the trauma team left to prepare for surgery and our family members went out to call the rest of our family and our pastor. John and I were alone in the room when a male nurse came in carrying a large garbage bag. He asked if we were Greg's parents. I said, "Yes." He said, "I have all of Greg's clothes and belongings to give to you." My legs got weak, my face turned pale, and I felt like I was going to fall in the floor. (I thought he was coming to tell us that Greg had died!) The nurse gently grabbed my arm and said that everything would be okay. He said that Greg was in surgery, and I said that we were supposed to see him first. The nurse said that there wasn't time for that because of complications they had to rush him on into surgery. He said that someone would come and escort us to the surgery waiting room. We spent the next five hours waiting and wondering if we would ever see our son alive again! It was a little after 9:00 p.m. when the doctor in charge of the trauma team came into the waiting room to let us know that Greg had made it through surgery but that there was a complication. Just as he opened up Greg's chest his aorta ruptured and for a split second Greg had died. He immediately clamped off the aorta, which cut off the blood supply to Greg's lower extremities. He then put in a seven cm graft to repair the tears in his aorta. Greg was in the recovery room but it was too early to tell if he would be paralyzed and the next twenty-four hours would be very critical. He informed us that Greg would be in the recovery room for quite a while so Billie Jean and I decided to go visit Rachel and let her know that Greg had pulled through the surgery. We were only gone for about twenty minutes and then headed back upstairs. As the elevator doors opened, Billie's father-in-law was standing there and said that they were looking for me. I asked if Greg was worse and he said that Greg was stable and had been moved into a room in ICU and that John and I were allowed to go back to visit him. Billie Jean said that she was going to take the kids and go on home since Greg was doing okay. John and I went on back to see Greg. As Billie Jean and the kids were walking down the hall her little two-year-old daughter, Beth, said, "Be careful there are angels coming!" Billie Jean said, "Angels?" Beth said, "Yes, two of them," and pointed down the hall with a glow on her face. I know it was Greg's guardian angels and that they were with him until the surgery was over and there job was done for now. To this day, Beth still talks about the angels she saw. John and I walked into Greg's room where he was hooked up to a ventilator and had tubes running from his nose and mouth, into his neck and from his side. He had several poles full of IV's running into him. His hands were cold and swollen and he wasn't awake and there was no movement from him. We kissed him and told him how much we loved him, then went outside the door to let the nurses work with him. I stood with my face against the window helplessly watching. I prayed that God would bring him out of this and thanked him for sparing his life. The doctor in charge of the trauma team sat at a desk just outside Greg's room for most of the night. He called several times during the night to check on him. We were told that Greg would be on the ventilator for at least three days and would then be slowly weaned off of it. By 10:30 a.m. the next morning Greg was off this machine and breathing on his own. He didn't have any feeling below his thighs and was unable to move from the waist down. Greg spent the next eight days in the Cardio Thoracic Surgery ICU and another three weeks in the physical rehabilitation unit at the hospital. Greg regained feeling in both legs and some hip movement. He was taught how to get around in a wheelchair and was soon able to come home. He continued with physical and occupational therapy twice a week. He has come a long way in a very short amount of time and has regained most of the movement of his right leg and hips. His left leg is gradually getting better. Although he is still unable to walk right now, he is able to crawl on his hands and knees and get around quite well in his wheelchair. We are not giving up and we know that one day Greg will be walking on his own again. There were many miracles that took place that Christmas Eve. Through the power and grace of God, the kindness and knowledge of an EMT, the accessibility of Careflight, and the skill of the doctor in charge of the trauma team--Greg is still alive today! He is truly a living miracle! THE MIRACLES: 1. An EMT was passing by. 2. John had not left the house when the call came in. 3. Billie did not leave when she was picked to go home early. 4. Billie called John. 5. Christine and Regina had not left work yet. 6. The trees fell without hitting the car and made a platform for it to sit on. 7. No other cars were coming until Greg's car stopped. 8. The fatty tissue held his aorta together. 9. He was on the operating table when it ruptured. 10. Beth saw angels waking in the hall. 11. The car didn't go through the house or over the ravine into the creek. 12. Rachel was not thrown from the car. 13. Greg survived the wreck. 14. Greg laid back in his seat. 15. Greg remained alert. January 30, 2009 The weekend that Hurricane Ike was blowing throw Dallas, I received a phone call from my daughter-in-law saying our only granddaughter had fallen three stories and to pray that she would live. We started calling our family members, church members, friends ... everyone for prayer. My son said he had let the window up in the kids' bedroom so they could feel the wind. They have a set of bunk beds. My granddaughter got in the top bunk and was coming down the side next to the window without the ladder when she put her feet on the window seal, and slipped through the screen. Alexus said as she was falling, she asked Jesus to not let her be hurt. She said as she was falling, it felt like a parachute caught her and she stopped at the second floor, then the parachute let her down very gently on the concrete. There was an air conditioning unit by the window and some sticker bushes she should have fallen into. But she was on the concrete when my son made it down to her. My son said when he got to Alexus, she was sitting up and looking around her as if to say "who caught me?" By this time the ambulance crew arrived and strapped her down, telling her to not move. After all tests were completed, she had no broken bone, no internal bleeding and no scratches on at all!!! To God be the Glory! |
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