Rejected
Under Reconstruction
On my 26th Birthday I was truly blessed.
I almost died.
The first thing I remember was walking down a remote stretch of blacktop. I couldn't tell you where I was, or how I had gotten there. All I could tell you was that my head hurt. Bad.
It turns out that after celebrating with some friends (celebrating with 2 fifths of whiskey, a case of Budweiser and some Jagermeister), instead of going to bed to sleep it off I decided to go for a drive. I'm just glad I didn't kill anyone.
State patrol tells me that when my car came to rest it was 568 feet from where it left the road. They estimate that I rolled the car about 8 or 9 times. At some point I was ejected from the vehicle. I don’t remember any of this.
When I came too I had already walked nearly a mile down the road. I knew I needed help so I stopped at the first house I saw and knocked. No answer. At that point I decided that I needed help more than these people needed sleep, so I punched in the window and called for help. It turns out the house was abandoned. I was too out of it to go any farther so I grabbed an old jacket off of a pile of clothes and passed out on the kitchen floor. When I woke the next morning I walked back to the road and I flagged down the first car that passed. It was a County Sheriff. He asked me what had happened and I told him the best of my recollection. I was still coherent, was able to tell him my address, phone number, etc. He radioed for an ambulance but I told him I didn't have insurance and couldn't afford the bill. He persuaded me to go anyway. I'm glad I listened.
After 18 hours in the trauma unit at Barnes-Jewish Hospital in St. Louis I was told that I had suffered 3 Skull fractures and 2 subdural hematoma (that's when your brain hemorrhages from bouncing off the inside of your skull). The fact that I lived is a miracle in and of itself, but going to sleep afterward and waking back up is truly a gift from God. I'm a walking testimony to the Grace of God. I cannot express the feelings inside of me when I think that God loved an unapologetic sinner like me enough to pull me out of that carnage. I have a second chance at life, and this time I’m going to make it count.
I almost died.
The first thing I remember was walking down a remote stretch of blacktop. I couldn't tell you where I was, or how I had gotten there. All I could tell you was that my head hurt. Bad.
It turns out that after celebrating with some friends (celebrating with 2 fifths of whiskey, a case of Budweiser and some Jagermeister), instead of going to bed to sleep it off I decided to go for a drive. I'm just glad I didn't kill anyone.
State patrol tells me that when my car came to rest it was 568 feet from where it left the road. They estimate that I rolled the car about 8 or 9 times. At some point I was ejected from the vehicle. I don’t remember any of this.
When I came too I had already walked nearly a mile down the road. I knew I needed help so I stopped at the first house I saw and knocked. No answer. At that point I decided that I needed help more than these people needed sleep, so I punched in the window and called for help. It turns out the house was abandoned. I was too out of it to go any farther so I grabbed an old jacket off of a pile of clothes and passed out on the kitchen floor. When I woke the next morning I walked back to the road and I flagged down the first car that passed. It was a County Sheriff. He asked me what had happened and I told him the best of my recollection. I was still coherent, was able to tell him my address, phone number, etc. He radioed for an ambulance but I told him I didn't have insurance and couldn't afford the bill. He persuaded me to go anyway. I'm glad I listened.
After 18 hours in the trauma unit at Barnes-Jewish Hospital in St. Louis I was told that I had suffered 3 Skull fractures and 2 subdural hematoma (that's when your brain hemorrhages from bouncing off the inside of your skull). The fact that I lived is a miracle in and of itself, but going to sleep afterward and waking back up is truly a gift from God. I'm a walking testimony to the Grace of God. I cannot express the feelings inside of me when I think that God loved an unapologetic sinner like me enough to pull me out of that carnage. I have a second chance at life, and this time I’m going to make it count.
