woe is me............................

Woe is me……………………..
This title is a little misleading, I don’t really feel this way, although sometimes it appears that way to others. Let me start by saying my husband and I met at church age 10, and 11. It was not love at first sight, I thought he and his brothers were, “gross, boys,” the kind that made fart noises, and picked their noses.
After many youth group encounters, I had a deepening respect for them, they were kids of faith. They all lost their mother to a tragic accident at age 13, 11,and 9. Having said all that, we had deep friendships, that eventually turned to love for my husband and I. We were married nearly 15 years ago, at age 20, and 22. It is hard for me to believe this year I turned 35, and will have been married 15 years!!
We were married 3 weeks when a life changing experience happened. It was one week after returning from our honeymoon. Sunday morning March 27, 1994, on our way home from church we had an automobile accident. My husband was driving, and I was riding passenger in our 1986 Honda Civic. A truck in the other lane going approximately 55 miles per hour crossed the median and hit us head on. I saw the whole thing happen, I even remember saying , “We Are going to H -I -T.” And in a flash, everything changed. The sheer force of the accident, pushed our car up and onto the lawn of a church on the side of the road. The entire congregation heard the accident and came outside. People were gathering by the side of the car, praying, gasping, contacting law enforcement. A calm came over me, peace through my entire body, I never lost my awake state . The fire department came to the window, asking what I felt, I told them I broke my neck. Looking at the state of the car, they said, “Do not move, we’ll need to cut you out of the vehicle.” My seat had broken, my legs were pushed into the engine, I was spitting out chunks of bone from my front teeth, glass was everywhere. Yet, there was complete peace. My husband had opened his door and left the vehicle, due to the shock and a sever concussion, he did not know his name, where he lived, or what was going on, he did however know I was his new bride. The man driving the truck was not injured, his wife did suffer minor injuries. He was 92 years old, and his daughter (maybe age 70) had renewed his drivers license for him.
After my assessment at the trauma center, I was found to have life threatening injuries, a broken neck (c2-c3, otherwise known as hang mans fracture), all my left side ribs were broken, broken right clavicle, and many lost teeth, as well as minor cuts and bruising. My neurosurgeon at the time said it would be 24-48 hours before they knew if I would make it or be paralyzed. God was good, the power of prayer was amazing. I was going to live, and I would walk. A few days after the accident my neurosurgeon said he had never seen anyone with my fracture live with out being a quadriplegic. After much time in the hospital, and a titanium halo fitted into my scull, I was sent home with nursing care.
It was not what I wanted ,or what I had envisioned as the first year of my marriage. This is what happened, and I was changed. There is much I have learned, this was one lesson. Life is precious, each day is a gift, treasure those you love, and seek faith.
GOD IS GOOD, LIFE IS HARD, I AM BLESSED,
Carrie