Many of you have read about my bike crash and broken neck. Some of you are probably tired of me whining about it. Well, read on–this is not going to be a whine.
Since my accident, I have been asking myself the question, “Why?”
Fifty percent of the people with my injury end up paralyzed or dead. I am neither. In fact, once my bones heal, I should be close to 100 percent. Why? Why them and not me?
I almost never see people in front of the house where I ended up on the road. Yet when my accident happened, people suddenly materialized and called 911. If not for them being there, I might have tried to get up and get back on my bike. Why? Why were they there then and not at other times?
After I was misdiagnosed by the first hospital and sent home with an unstable neck injury, with loose bone fragments, improperly secured, and spent 20 hours feeling like a bobble-head doll, I had no further damage to my neck, spinal cord, or spinal artery. Why? How could this be?
After reliving this scenario over and over in my mind, I can only come to one conclusion–God was looking over me. There are too many coincidences for my “luck” to be statistically possible. The question again is, “Why?” Certainly not because I have been such a great person in the past, because I clearly have not. I can only conclude that God still has a plan for me to carry out here on earth. Now the question becomes one of, “What?” What is it I am supposed to do?
You may think this is egotistical on my part–that God would care individually about me, but I believe God cares about each and every one of us. Every night when I go to bed now, I do two things. First, I thank God for delivering me from paralysis or death. Second, I ask God to reveal what his plans are for me. I know it won’t come in the form of an apparition of Jesus or the Virgin Mary, but in the form of an idea that just seems right. Maybe it will be in the form of putting on a race to benefit spinal injury research or something of that manner. I don’t know, but I will keep looking for the answer.
Why am I putting this out on the internet to a bunch of “strangers?” I don’t know really, but I know several people who visit here have had similar experiences. Maybe they can help and maybe not. But, just putting these thoughts down in writing is something I have been wanting to do. Thanks for listening.