Shadow Wolf
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It probably isn't a good assessment of that, as it's only apparent you weren't fatally injured.So, I’m a tough hombre.
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It probably isn't a good assessment of that, as it's only apparent you weren't fatally injured.So, I’m a tough hombre.
Yeah, I’m gonna stick with bad hombre.It probably isn't a good assessment of that, as it's only apparent you weren't fatally injured.
So @Terrible Johnny what are your thoughts? How do you see the situation where you were spared but others who were nowhere near as impacted as you were in various accidents, succumbed to death? Believer or not.
Where is God in that scenario, do you think?
I would say that since the scriptures say that our days are numbered, your number was not up and God preserved your life giving you a wake up call and further opportunity to gain wisdom and return to a loving relationship with Him. I'm glad to hear you are doing so well after such a traumatic experience.On July 8th, 2019, I was in a bad motorcycle accident and was run over by an 18 wheeler. I wasn’t wearing a helmet, and broke 26 bones. Obviously, I’m alive. But is that considered to be “divine intervention”? Or was I lucky?
To this day, I don’t remember anything from the accident, or even anything from that whole morning prior to. Well, actually, i do remember a very brief moment where I’m holding my arms out in front of me just before hitting the ground, and seeing how fast the concrete was “moving” underneath me, and then grunting just before blacking out. Next thing you know, I’m barely opening my eyes and seeing/hearing my mom crying. Next to her was the CFO of the law firm I work at, my supervisor from the IT department, and a couple of nurses working around me. At that point, I just knew I was having a WEIRD dream, plus my eyes felt so heavy, that I decided to go back to sleep. I wake up again with heavy eyes, and what felt like was only 5 seconds later to a doctor and a team of nurses asking me if I know my name, and if I knew where I was. I remember feeling so tired and out of it, but I told them my name, and said “I’m at a hospital?” The doc said “uh-huh, and do you know why you’re at the hospital?” I said no. She then told me I was in a motorcycle accident. It honestly did not feel right hearing that, so I told her there’s no way. She said “yes, you were, and you were also run over by an 18 wheeler”. I remember giving a very small and painful chuckle, and decided to just go back to sleep so that I could wake up from this “dream”.
I broke several ribs, my pelvis, both hands, my left arm had a chunk of meat and bone missing, both legs and feet, my right leg had bone sticking out, a fractured skull, a bruise at the front of my brain, both lungs punctured, and a ruptured bladder. Both arms and both legs were wrapped with like a partial cast, and I never really felt like I was in pain (possibly from pain meds) but even to this day I have no pain even from my remaining injuries. I surprised everybody later on the next day after my accident by still showing my sense of humor and still being “me”. My family and friends all visited for the next few days, and they all said that I was a miracle, and mentioned divine intervention, and that God is not done with me and that I have a testimony. And I can’t help but think “why me?” Why did all of this happen? Am I alive because I’m lucky? Because I’m one tough hombre? Or did God really keep me alive for a reason?
I am still unable to walk, but I can stand and take small baby steps, my left arm is still healing, and I can use some of my fingers now on my right hand, but I’m making progress and will start physical therapy soon.
Sorry for the “book” but I haven’t really talked about this with anybody, and I figured I’d get opinions from strangers. I definitely was no saint before the accident, but I do have an appreciation for life and all the small things in it now.
Thank you for reading this, and I hope you all have a good day/night.
Of course you are still alive because of God. Why would anyone doubt that. God gives us free will to make choices but ultimately, everything that happens in life is by the Will of God. There is a reason for you to be here whether you know the reason or not.Thank you. I also feel open to any other deity. Or maybe they’re all one in the same? But that’s another topic. Thanks, again.
Or maybe God is giving you some time to take pleasure in the thought of being in His company.If there is a god it is putting off the day when it will have the 'pleasure' of my company.
If I could made up what I was run over by, I would have said a Tank, but an 18 wheeler will do.
To be completely honest; I used to be more of a believer in my Christian beliefs. I never looked down on any other religion, and I loved hearing other people’s beliefs in their religion. I used to feel a specific connection with God, and felt that I was special to him. Then as I grew older and started sinning more and more, and doing more things I’m not supposed to, I felt like a hypocrite asking for forgiveness and still going back to doing the bad things I was doing. I have been, and always will be kind to other human beings no matter what, so I never did any harm to people, but I did things behind their back that would hurt them if they found out. So, eventually, I lost that feeling of a connection with God. Then I started thinking on more of a “universe” perspective in my life, and less of a religion perspective. I started thanking the universe for everything,. I still had/have this feeling of having a connection with God, but now I start to think “who or what is god” how do we know the Christian way is the “right way”. That’s kind of why I’m here. I figured I’d listen to everybody else’s perspective on religion and life and try and understand their views. Maybe it’ll help me, Maybe it won’t. I’m lost.
For me to survive this while not being 100% of a believer like I used to be, I don’t know how to take surviving this. I don’t feel lucky though.
Sorry it’s not much of an answer, but it’s the best I could come up with while feeling lost about all of this.
On July 8th, 2019, I was in a bad motorcycle accident and was run over by an 18 wheeler. I wasn’t wearing a helmet, and broke 26 bones. Obviously, I’m alive. But is that considered to be “divine intervention”? Or was I lucky?
To this day, I don’t remember anything from the accident, or even anything from that whole morning prior to. Well, actually, i do remember a very brief moment where I’m holding my arms out in front of me just before hitting the ground, and seeing how fast the concrete was “moving” underneath me, and then grunting just before blacking out. Next thing you know, I’m barely opening my eyes and seeing/hearing my mom crying. Next to her was the CFO of the law firm I work at, my supervisor from the IT department, and a couple of nurses working around me. At that point, I just knew I was having a WEIRD dream, plus my eyes felt so heavy, that I decided to go back to sleep. I wake up again with heavy eyes, and what felt like was only 5 seconds later to a doctor and a team of nurses asking me if I know my name, and if I knew where I was. I remember feeling so tired and out of it, but I told them my name, and said “I’m at a hospital?” The doc said “uh-huh, and do you know why you’re at the hospital?” I said no. She then told me I was in a motorcycle accident. It honestly did not feel right hearing that, so I told her there’s no way. She said “yes, you were, and you were also run over by an 18 wheeler”. I remember giving a very small and painful chuckle, and decided to just go back to sleep so that I could wake up from this “dream”.
I broke several ribs, my pelvis, both hands, my left arm had a chunk of meat and bone missing, both legs and feet, my right leg had bone sticking out, a fractured skull, a bruise at the front of my brain, both lungs punctured, and a ruptured bladder. Both arms and both legs were wrapped with like a partial cast, and I never really felt like I was in pain (possibly from pain meds) but even to this day I have no pain even from my remaining injuries. I surprised everybody later on the next day after my accident by still showing my sense of humor and still being “me”. My family and friends all visited for the next few days, and they all said that I was a miracle, and mentioned divine intervention, and that God is not done with me and that I have a testimony. And I can’t help but think “why me?” Why did all of this happen? Am I alive because I’m lucky? Because I’m one tough hombre? Or did God really keep me alive for a reason?
I am still unable to walk, but I can stand and take small baby steps, my left arm is still healing, and I can use some of my fingers now on my right hand, but I’m making progress and will start physical therapy soon.
Sorry for the “book” but I haven’t really talked about this with anybody, and I figured I’d get opinions from strangers. I definitely was no saint before the accident, but I do have an appreciation for life and all the small things in it now.
Thank you for reading this, and I hope you all have a good day/night.
Why am I still here?
Unlucky to crash...lucky to survive without needing a drool cup.On July 8th, 2019, I was in a bad motorcycle accident and was run over by an 18 wheeler. I wasn’t wearing a helmet, and broke 26 bones. Obviously, I’m alive. But is that considered to be “divine intervention”? Or was I lucky?
To this day, I don’t remember anything from the accident, or even anything from that whole morning prior to. Well, actually, i do remember a very brief moment where I’m holding my arms out in front of me just before hitting the ground, and seeing how fast the concrete was “moving” underneath me, and then grunting just before blacking out. Next thing you know, I’m barely opening my eyes and seeing/hearing my mom crying. Next to her was the CFO of the law firm I work at, my supervisor from the IT department, and a couple of nurses working around me. At that point, I just knew I was having a WEIRD dream, plus my eyes felt so heavy, that I decided to go back to sleep. I wake up again with heavy eyes, and what felt like was only 5 seconds later to a doctor and a team of nurses asking me if I know my name, and if I knew where I was. I remember feeling so tired and out of it, but I told them my name, and said “I’m at a hospital?” The doc said “uh-huh, and do you know why you’re at the hospital?” I said no. She then told me I was in a motorcycle accident. It honestly did not feel right hearing that, so I told her there’s no way. She said “yes, you were, and you were also run over by an 18 wheeler”. I remember giving a very small and painful chuckle, and decided to just go back to sleep so that I could wake up from this “dream”.
I broke several ribs, my pelvis, both hands, my left arm had a chunk of meat and bone missing, both legs and feet, my right leg had bone sticking out, a fractured skull, a bruise at the front of my brain, both lungs punctured, and a ruptured bladder. Both arms and both legs were wrapped with like a partial cast, and I never really felt like I was in pain (possibly from pain meds) but even to this day I have no pain even from my remaining injuries. I surprised everybody later on the next day after my accident by still showing my sense of humor and still being “me”. My family and friends all visited for the next few days, and they all said that I was a miracle, and mentioned divine intervention, and that God is not done with me and that I have a testimony. And I can’t help but think “why me?” Why did all of this happen? Am I alive because I’m lucky? Because I’m one tough hombre? Or did God really keep me alive for a reason?
I am still unable to walk, but I can stand and take small baby steps, my left arm is still healing, and I can use some of my fingers now on my right hand, but I’m making progress and will start physical therapy soon.
Sorry for the “book” but I haven’t really talked about this with anybody, and I figured I’d get opinions from strangers. I definitely was no saint before the accident, but I do have an appreciation for life and all the small things in it now.
Thank you for reading this, and I hope you all have a good day/night.
On July 8th, 2019, I was in a bad motorcycle accident and was run over by an 18 wheeler. I wasn’t wearing a helmet, and broke 26 bones. Obviously, I’m alive. But is that considered to be “divine intervention”? Or was I lucky?
To this day, I don’t remember anything from the accident, or even anything from that whole morning prior to. Well, actually, i do remember a very brief moment where I’m holding my arms out in front of me just before hitting the ground, and seeing how fast the concrete was “moving” underneath me, and then grunting just before blacking out. Next thing you know, I’m barely opening my eyes and seeing/hearing my mom crying. Next to her was the CFO of the law firm I work at, my supervisor from the IT department, and a couple of nurses working around me. At that point, I just knew I was having a WEIRD dream, plus my eyes felt so heavy, that I decided to go back to sleep. I wake up again with heavy eyes, and what felt like was only 5 seconds later to a doctor and a team of nurses asking me if I know my name, and if I knew where I was. I remember feeling so tired and out of it, but I told them my name, and said “I’m at a hospital?” The doc said “uh-huh, and do you know why you’re at the hospital?” I said no. She then told me I was in a motorcycle accident. It honestly did not feel right hearing that, so I told her there’s no way. She said “yes, you were, and you were also run over by an 18 wheeler”. I remember giving a very small and painful chuckle, and decided to just go back to sleep so that I could wake up from this “dream”.
I broke several ribs, my pelvis, both hands, my left arm had a chunk of meat and bone missing, both legs and feet, my right leg had bone sticking out, a fractured skull, a bruise at the front of my brain, both lungs punctured, and a ruptured bladder. Both arms and both legs were wrapped with like a partial cast, and I never really felt like I was in pain (possibly from pain meds) but even to this day I have no pain even from my remaining injuries. I surprised everybody later on the next day after my accident by still showing my sense of humor and still being “me”. My family and friends all visited for the next few days, and they all said that I was a miracle, and mentioned divine intervention, and that God is not done with me and that I have a testimony. And I can’t help but think “why me?” Why did all of this happen? Am I alive because I’m lucky? Because I’m one tough hombre? Or did God really keep me alive for a reason?
I am still unable to walk, but I can stand and take small baby steps, my left arm is still healing, and I can use some of my fingers now on my right hand, but I’m making progress and will start physical therapy soon.
Sorry for the “book” but I haven’t really talked about this with anybody, and I figured I’d get opinions from strangers. I definitely was no saint before the accident, but I do have an appreciation for life and all the small things in it now.
Thank you for reading this, and I hope you all have a good day/night.
If it's possible that divine intervention saves lives it's no less possible that purposeful lack of divine intervention puts lives in danger.On July 8th, 2019, I was in a bad motorcycle accident and was run over by an 18 wheeler. I wasn’t wearing a helmet, and broke 26 bones. Obviously, I’m alive. But is that considered to be “divine intervention”? Or was I lucky?
On July 8th, 2019, I was in a bad motorcycle accident and was run over by an 18 wheeler. I wasn’t wearing a helmet, and broke 26 bones. Obviously, I’m alive. But is that considered to be “divine intervention”? Or was I lucky?
It suggests that this god entity considers you to be significantly more important that all of the other individuals who happened to die in car accidents that day.