Under terrible circumstances, you realize how lucky and loved you are. I don’t even know where to begin with my gratitude for the outpouring of support, love, and prayers I’ve received from my family and friends.
My car accident was three weeks ago from tomorrow. We didn’t tell a lot of people what happened to me, at first, because we really didn’t know how bad my condition was. I thought, I was just fine. I think it was the adrenaline, and denial of how serious the accident was.
When I was released, the generosity didn’t end. Every single day since I’ve been home, I’ve opened a card or care package from a family member or friend. Had a visitor pop over for a quick chat or to bring me a meal. A text, call, email, or Facebook message from someone asking how I am and if there is anything they can do to help, always makes me smile.
Most importantly…my mom has been here every waking moment since I called her from the scene of the accident. I was terrified that morning when the first responders found me, unconscious in a ditch. She hopped a plane to Birmingham that morning. She has been a super hero through it all. Working from the house, running a trucking company, hundreds of miles away. There is nothing my mom can’t do. She can cook a gourmet meal, talk to a driver who’s stranded in severe weather, plant flowers on my front patio, and help me in and out of my wheelchair all at the same time. She never complains. She never shows weakness. I actually had my surgery on her birthday. One of the last things I said to her as the anesthesiologist pumped me with drugs was, “some birthday gift, huh?” She told me her birthday gift was a successful surgery and a strong recovery. A promise I plan to keep.