Well, for the most part, it is like the Winnie The Pooh cartoon where he is walking with Piglet. Piglet reaches up, grabs Pooh by the paw, and says,"Pooh". Pooh looks down, and says, "What is it Piglet?", Piglet responds, "Nothing, just being sure of you." Kind of nails it on the head pretty well. I never wanted to be that guy that made God feel like 911.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?"
"Hello Jesus! I was bit by a snake!!!"
"Were you messing with it? Did you poke it?"
"Yeah, how did you know??? Oh...dumb question"
"Right...get back in a bit, have another call"
I know that I do not like when people only call when they expect something, I figure God should not be any different. He is, but that shouldn't be how He is treated. I guess He just always feels "there in the moment" since there are times when I didn't think He would be, but He was. I was on the highway in 2009, and was forced off when someone just pulled into the passing lane. I went sideways off the road on some huge hill, and thought I was dead for sure. My SUV hit the ground on the left side, flip, hit on the left side again. First time broke the glass, second time crushed my arm, third time my head, and I am still alert when things stop moving. I could not believe I was alive, and alert. Help arrived, and I climbed out of the wreckage with help. I was standing there talking to police, holding the crushed arm, and people were looking around. They thought that there was someone else, no way could what they were finding come from me. I let go of the arm a minute, and they knew that things were not right with me.
I never knew that there could be a wrong hospital till that day. The first hospital was saying I had to be at level one trauma, never heard of it. It was 2 and a half hours the other way. When we get there, I was told slim chance of survival, zero chance of a normal life. None. 60% of the bones in left arm are missing or destroyed, 40% of the muscle. It would never function again. Multiple vertebrae crushed, never feel or walk again. Left temporal lobe destroyed, severe brain trauma, left eye socket and left eye missing, and that is before they go in to see what else is wrong. Wow, guess I didn't make it after all. I thanked God, I was going to get to say goodbye to family! How many get that chance in something like this!?! No one answered the phone. Thanked God for giving me that chance, and asked Him over and over, "Please God look after my children, and let them know that I love them."
They found my eye. No socket, but the eye was there and they placed it in a titanium socket. Titanium replaced skull, and the bones in the arm.Talk about chaos, I woke up and the eye was fine, brain functioned fine, no loss of feeling, left arm works like it always has. They wanted me there for at least 3 months, more operations, I left in 4 days. A few nurses cried, doctors handed me discs with test results, and a pile of paperwork of what each one had found and done during surgery. I asked if I was suppose to give these to someone, they said no, it was for me because no one would believe what happened. They don't, but oh well. I hurt every day, and talk to God through the pain. It is worth every bit of that pain, I get to tell my children I love them again in person. It is like piglet; just say His name to be sure of Him.
