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Quinn was on his way from School no sidewalks along his way, Mom was busy at work earning a salary to provide for household. She's a single mother of 3 school aged children. Phone rings ma'am I just hit your son in my vehicle van I bring him to you? Huh? What? Confused, blank stare. Now on the scene at the accident I surveyed every inch of Quinn's body, blood everywhere his bones protruding from his leg and it astounds me and I'm terrified. Quinn says out of his mouth momma van I get up and walk? This 7 year old enduring this pain at this age, the paramedic remarks "no". Arrives a the hospital diagnosis fractured fibia, tibia, never-ending operations followed by blood transfusions. Prognosis from physician he may never walk normal or no progress in growth. Grace and Mercy Quinn now walls, tall, and love for God is infinite.

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