I'm not sure why I'm posting this. Maybe someone here needs to read it.
Three years ago today I survived a head-on collision with a drunk driver. I was going to propose to my wife that day, instead I spent five days in the hospital, 8 weeks at home in a walker, 8 months learning to walk again with a cane, and some of the hardest days of my life in between. It's only been 3 years but it seems like forever ago. I gave my life to the Lord only 2 weeks before the wreck, baptised along with all the little kids on Palm Sunday (a funny site I'm sure). I never doubted that I would be alright after the wreck, a feeling I'd never had before in my life. I've forgiven the man who hit me, even though I'll never see him to tell him so. I rarely think about the wreck anymore, or even notice that my leg bone is lumpy, or the screw head bumps in my ankle, or that my shoulder is missing half an inch of width. My wife thinks the scars are sexy. I don't flinch anymore when a car is coming towards me, or have panic attacks on blind curves. I don't remember what it feels like to need a cane.
I'm not the same person I was 3 years and 10 hours ago. I'm a better person.
