Everyday Miracles

Just when I think I can't possibly have another blessing in my life, I am surprised by yet another miracle.

I would feel ungrateful if I didn't recount the events of this past Friday October 9, 2009. I'll start by setting up the unusual things that happened for a typical Friday.

First of all, Brett drove in to work. While this may not sound unusual, it is for Brett. He typically rides in a carpool van, but on this day, he drove our van. You see, it was the plan for me to ride to Novell and have lunch with him. Since this was the plan, I sent a backpack full of clothing for me. I planned to leave in time to shower in time for lunch.

I did a few chores and got dressed for my ride. I left the house at 10:35 am. My legs were feeling great, and I expected a good ride.

7 1/2 minutes in to my ride, the unexpected happened. I was cruisin' at 26 miles an hour and down the road a car had come to a stop at a stop sign. I thought for sure they would look my way, see me, and wait for me to pass. Unfortunately, that is not what happened. I started yelling, hoping that the driver would hear me since I wasn't making eye contact with her, but that was to no avail. Just as I thought that my situation couldn't get any worse, the car came in to my lane. I had no place to go, so I slammed into the front fender of her car. My body flew up on to her windshield, and I landed in front of her car.

She immediately came around and knelt down beside me, apologizing for hitting me, and not seeing me.

I was awake, and alert. I started asking someone to please get my phone out of my back pocket and call 911. The driver didn't have a phone, and I knew I needed help.

I was unsure if I had injured my back, or neck. I was bleeding from somewhere, but I didn't know where. I have had enough first aid training to know that I shouldn't move. The people around me couldn't figure out how to get my phone out of my pocket, but a kind man stopped that had a cell phone. I asked him to call 911, and then to call Brett.

So many people stopped to help. A man stopped and said "I'm a doctor, I can help." I looked up, and saw that it was one of the pediatricians that I take the kids to. I was grateful to see a familiar face.

While I feel like I was concious, I'm sure there are moments that I just don't remember. Telling people my name over and over again became exhausting. I just wanted to close my eyes and go to sleep.

My knee was killing me. I couldn't straighten my leg and I just kept praying for the pain to just numb itself.

I was taken to the ER and Brett met me there (He was able to because he drove in to work).

I was taken for X-Rays, and seen by the doctor there. All of the staff treated me so kindly. I teased with them, and they must have thought I was crazy.

When it came down to results, here is the damage:

No Broken Bones
5 stitches across the bridge of my nose
Road rash on my left leg, and bruises the size of Dallas
Road rash on my right leg, multiple abrasions on my knee, and multiple bruises.
I could not bend my right knee, so I came home with a knee brace.
I could not put weight on my right leg, so I walk with crutches.
Broken Bike
and...

I'm ALIVE!!

I have had SO many miracles in my life. Here's to one more.

Day One

Day TWO


My BIKE, it makes me want to cry