Standing Ovation

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On September 26, 2010, I was involved in a severe accident on my way back to school. I was T-boned by a pick-up truck immediately after getting off exit 116. I was air-lifted to the trauma hospital in Savannah at Memorial University Hospital. I sustained several injuries in which my pelvis was broken, my upper vertebrae was cracked, and I had trauma to the head. I remained in a coma for at least three months, was classified as a quadriplegic for six months,and in a wheelchair for seven months.

The part of my brain that was hit the hardest, the left hemisphere, is responsible for speech and memory. I couldn’t talk for three months, and the doctors said I probably would never speak again. If for some reason I did, I wouldn’t be able to recognize anyone including my own family. However, I started talking on New Year’s day. My mom started praising God, and yelled and told my dad. When he came downstairs, the very first thing he asked me was, “Who am I?” I whispered, “Daddy.”

My brain stem was also separated 14mm from my spinal cord. The limit before decapitation takes place, is 2-3 mm.  Because of this, the medical professionals said that I would never walk again. They performed another X-ray, and God had brought my vertebrae and brain stem back together. They said there was no medical explanation for this, and that they must have looked wrong. No, they looked right. There may be no medical explanation, but there is a spiritual explanation. I’ve gone from wheelchair to walker, from walker to quad cane, from quad cane  to single cane, and the next step is to walk without a helping device.

While I was in the hospital, the doctors performed two surgeries on me in which they gave me a higher chance of dying on the table than coming out of the surgeries alive. In one of the surgeries, they almost did lose me because my heart rate and blood pressure started dropping.  They told my parents that they didn’t know what happen, but all of a sudden everything started getting back normal.

I know what happened. It was God. They also said they could tell the patients that have a will to live from those that just give up and die. I have a will to live, and even though I was unconscious, the Holy Spirit intervened for me since I wasn’t able to fight for my life myself.

I went back to school just a little short of my one year anniversary; fall 2011, and earned a perfect 4.0 in the two classes I took. Although I wasn’t physically ready, I was mentally ready. That’s amazing when I was diagnosed with having a so-called ”brain injury”. Mrs. Groover along with Dr. Debonis, an advertising professor, arranged their classes online for me. It’s been two years since the accident, and I may not be where I want to be, but I’m going to keep on pushing until I get there.

After all that happened to me, I’m still standing. God brought me to it, and He promises to see me ALL the way through it.


My birthday or deathday?

I was born on September 19th 1988. I share this same date with my deseased grandmother who was born September 19th 19 38.  We were exactly 50 years apart. My birthday should be a joyous occasion. I’m celebrating the day that my mother gave birth to me and also thanking God for another year. However, this is one of the hardest things to do…

when I was 11 years old my grandmother died on our birthday. She was diagnosed with liver cancer and by the time the doctors caught it, all we could do is hope and pray for a huge miracle to take place. My grandmother called me early that morning to wish me a happy birthday. she couldn’t talk at this point. I can remember me speaking to her these words, “happy birthday grandmommy. I love you, you’re gonna get better ok? Jesus told me in my dream.” and she murmured and grunted back at me in pain just eagerly trying to say “happy birthday peaches grandmomma loves you too.”–but she couldn’t.She died later that evening, and while most 11 year olds would have been popping pinatas or blowing out 11 birthday candles I was surrounded by family members who all had eyes full of tears and hearts full of sorrows. I couldn’t even possibly think about my birthday. My grandmother was like my mom to me. All i could think about was how unfair it was that she was gone. All I could do was try to make sense of how someone so passionate and sweet, good be here today and gone tomorrow. All I could think about was how our birthday turned into her death day. For the longest time, I was weary to celebrate my birthday because I felt guilty…I felt like it was wrong to be happy on a day that my grandmother died.

I’ll  be 22 on the 19th of this month, and even though I lost an angel on my birthday 11 years ago, I can only thank God that he has brought me and my family through such horrible times. I’m reminded that as long as I have breath I should not have any guilt for celebrating the day that I was born. It’s what my grandmother would want me to do. I love her and miss her tremendously and she will forever remain in my thoughts and heart.