A year ago today, I was laying in a hospital bed after a pretty serious car accident. I don’t remember the exact events, but I remember snippets here and there. Mostly my memories have to do with the people who offered me a part of themselves that day (not to mention the coming weeks), who showed care and concern when I needed it most.
The unnamed Army guy who was the first to reach my car in the ditch. I heard he walked away at first, and told onlookers he thought I was dead, but he came back. He sat by me, talked to me, held my neck sturdy and tried to distract me from the intense pain while the ambulance was on it’s way. Two people from my church. They didn’t know me well, the most we ever did was shake hands and do the usual “how are you’s” during greeting time at church. They happened to be in the hospital when I was in the ER, not out of coincidence, but because the other car I had plowed into was driven by the husband of one of the women. They kept checking on me to make sure I was doing OK, they contacted the pastor and helped locate family to contact and let them know what had happened. The mother of a neighbor, who worked at the hospital and sat in my room for hours praying for me and making sure everything was being done that could be to make sure I got the best treatment. My husband. Even though we were in the middle of a separation/divorce, he was there supporting me and making sure details such as the kids, nurse, and my comfort were taken care of. An out-of-town friend, who worried when I wasn’t online and showed her concern and love. She talked to me for countless hours on the phone and online, kept my spirits up and eased my pain. My boss who was so patient and understanding, and gave me so much more than a boss is required to. The doctors, nurses, and hospital staff, some I remember and others I don’t, for making me better. My sister, who spent hours with me at the hospital and helped make sure the kids were OK. My pastor, who was so kind and concerned, who represented the church that also offered me so much unexpected love and support. My kids, who showered me with love (yes, even the teenaged ones) and gave me three big reasons to stay motivated. The man whose car I hit, for simply showing me kindness. Friends from the past and present who showed up and offered me their love, concern, and time, people I never met bringing meals and offering prayers, and those friends who prayed silently from afar. Each one of them was a blessing to me and I cherished every visit, email, chat, post, or phone call I received, and every prayer that was sent on my behalf.
I broke my pelvic bone in a few spots and injured my back in the accident, not to mention completely smashed up my car. A year later I have a lot to be thankful for. The shows of love came at a critical time in my life and no matter how small it may have seemed to those who gave, it was huge for me. I can walk, and even hike up mountains (sitting on bleachers, on the other hand, is not quite as easy). I’m closer to God than I’ve ever been before, and grateful that he gave me this life to live. It definitely is an adventure worth experiencing.
To all of you, thank you and I hope you know what a difference you made and continue to make.
Pics of my totaled car: