God Prepared me for what was about to happen!
The summer of 1983 God kept me reading Joshua 1:6-9 and the music I listened to was Michael W. Smith’s song, “Be Strong and Very Courageous.”
The first chapter of Joshua says, “Be Strong and Courageous” 4 times in verse 6, 7, 9, and 18. There is a 5th time in Deuteronomy 31:23 where Joshua is commissioned.
Our college church group is planning a camping trip into Manitoba, Canada the last weekend of July. The plan is for the men to drive motorcycles and the women pile into automobiles with food and tents.
In a group meeting the week before we leave the youth pastor teaches on not having insurance but trusting God.
But God as Wise as He is sends a friend of mine to me tell me about health insurance he bought for $25 which I am able to afford so I buy it.
The night we arrive is clear and the stars are bright as I’ve ever seen as we star gaze.
The next morning I am walking to my tent and God impresses upon me how powerful and dangerous motorcycles are.
What arises in me is rebellion!
I go into my tent and tell God I am going to buy a motorcycle and go driving cross country. Showing this to a friend just before the guys suggest we tour the park on the bikes. Each woman jumps on the back of a motorcycle and we take off at a good speed.
The young man driving the bike I am on notices my fear as we take a blind curve, so on the return trip he is going slower for me. But then he is getting behind and tries to catch up just at the blind curve!
He is going to fast to stay in his lane and a station wagon filled with a family is approaching from the opposite direction. My driver wisely puts his bike down. He flies 40 feet and breaks his leg. The bike goes under the station wagon totaling both vehicles.
On the other hand I am sitting straight up on the bike because of the 18 inch Harrington rod holding up my spine, so my body hits the bumper with my left pelvic bone and my left ribs hit the windshield and bounce off.
God was prepared to help even in my rebellion!
There just happened to be an ambulance at the entrance of the park. I have 2 collapsed lungs loosing 32 pints of blood in the first 24 hours and the first hospital rejects me. They don’t believe I will live for the next 7 days as I continue to hemorrhage blood.
Thankfully on the day the pain is so great I am ready to give up Dad challenges me. He suggests I am giving up and I rebel against his statement making me fight to keep living!
Being 21 years old I notice that I didn’t break a fingernail! We all believe I didn’t break any bones and my problem is internal organs. How important can they be?
At the time they agree I am going to live, they take out the respirator. We soon find my jaw is broken because I cannot close my mouth! I wake up from surgery paranoid, so I put myself back to sleep. (They used cocaine to numb my nose to feed respirator.) I wake up in my own room with my mouth wired shut and a pair of scissors taped to the head of the bed freaking Mom out.
Starting to eat with my mouth wired shut I drink milk and broth. In the beginning, Dad tries to make me drink more milk than my body is able to handle and it comes back up. This would be the point to cut the wires but I pushed the curdled milk out through my teeth and wires and keep the ability to breath. Thank Goodness.
Asking, “Mom, Why did the milk go down liquid and come up in chunks?”
The Canadian night nurses ask me to name the state they cannot remember. I struggle to name them all but cannot come up with it.
The doctors know I have 3 breaks in my left pelvic bone but believe it is healed enough to start walking. Then my brother is given permission to take me in a wheelchair outside. He chooses the broken sidewalk. As I go bumping along my broken pelvic bones move!
The solid bone that supports my pelvis is MOVING! I AM SCARED! I DON’T SAY ANYTHING!
The physical Therapist suggests I am in more pain than expected so they should x-ray my bones and they find they have moved. They need to put me in traction!
My parents make the Very Wise decision to move me to the States where I have friends to visit me for the next month.
First thing arriving in the states they drill into my leg bone and put a pin in it adding a weight and tell me to lift the weight many times a day. I cannot do it once. Then they decide that my jaw isn’t healing straight and they re-break my jaw and add rubber bands so I am able to throw up easily!
Getting out after another month in the hospital I owed $25! God Provided. My friend did say they immediately raised the price but he paid for me to keep me covered.
GOD IS SO VERY GOOD!
HE BUILT ME UP TO BE STRONG AND COURAGEOUS FOR THIS MOMENT!
HE CARRIED ME THROUGH!