Thoughts of a Survivor

I haven't turned ninenteen yet, and in this white-linen hospital bed... that horrible scene of the car crash keeps on flashing back and makes me sweat. I could have died, but so grateful to be alive and out of danger, breathing air despite the acute pain I endure, my mom keeps watch and praying she awaits a miracle... even doctors firmly believe that's not impossible. Will I be able to walk pain-free and think clearly as before within a year? That still remains to be seen, but I trust as mother in the power of prayers...and believing in a God who always keeps His promise by proclaiming Himself an awesome Lord. The tremendous support I get from all makes me stronger in my fight. and they bring me get-well cards and lots of flowers and teddy bears, I stare at them and they comfort me when I look back and shed tears... two weeks ago I felt invincible, now this tragedy has changed all that. Will I ever forget what happened on that narrow, dim-lit street... when I lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep? Ambulances and firetrucks wailed, but nothing I heard... I could have died and not have been a witness to the story I've told!