March 2008, my youngest son was T-boned by a truck going 65 mph. We stood by the side of the road praying, crying, and trying to breathe as firefighters went through 2 jaws of life to cut him out of the vehicle. He was medi-vacced away by helicopter, and the next few months were a blur of pain, surgeries, recovery, and therapy.
Below is the remains of his Grand Am, now called the Grand Was! The rug above is his recovery rug. I gave myself carpal tunnel pain, working working working hour after hour, day after day, as I took my turn at hospital vigils. Thankfully, he has recovered with only minimal residual damage, except for the 7 screws and the 15 inch abdominal scar. We are thankful to God for His intervention!
