A Change In My Life

On the morning of May 23, 1997, I awakened late for final exams of my senior year. We, the students, were told that we did not have to go to school unless we wanted to study. Being the average teenager in school, I didn't want to go. I convinced my mother to allow me to miss school that day. It was a "senior privilege" to miss taking finals if we were passing the subject.... something for which we were all thankful. I had made plans with some friends to work in the morning, since I didn't have school, and go to another one of my friend's high school graduation. The plans were all made and we were all excited. The thought of me graduating the following week thrilled me. A couple of my friends were to come to my house to make sure I was awake to get ready for the graduation that night. At approximately 11 am, I got a phone call from my manager at work saying that there were enough people so I could take the day off. I thought my day was getting better and better by the minute. About thirty minutes later, I heard my friends knocking on the door. I rushed to get ready to see what exact plans we had. We were all going to get ready at someone's house and go to our friend's graduation. Still, the thought of my own graduation, for the following week, was racing through my head. When we reached the person's house where we were to get ready, we saw that he wasn't home. A little upset that he promised to be there, we left to go back to my house and call to find out where he was. The town I lived in was really small and had a lot of back roads that were easier to get to than the main road, so we decided to take the back roads. The road was small and winding and two of the three of us knew where we were. We took two separate vehicles so that one of the drivers and I could talk. The person I was riding with was driving about 55 mph to keep up with the other driver. The road isn't safe at that speed. 15 MPH should have been the maximum speed driven. The driver hit a pot hole that was filled with water and pine straw. Immediately, we hydroplaned. I was frightened. In order to brace myself, I put my arm on the roof of the truck. The driver attempted to slow down the spin by tapping on his brakes; but instead, the truck flipped. It flipped over a five strand barbed wire fence, tailgate first. He was thrown out of the vehicle. I was still inside. All I can remember of that time was saying, "Please God... don't let me die." The truck landed on my side of the vehicle. My feet and legs were hanging out of the top of the passenger side window. I know it is hard to imagine, but I have seen pictures of the wreck. During this time, I was unconscious. I heard a voice that told me it was not my time to go and that I had many things to live for. I didn't see a face, but the voice was familiar. After an hour and a half, the paramedics arrived at the scene of the wreck. I was taken to the local hospital. Five days later I was dismissed. I had a broken ankle, bruised kidney, dislocated hip, and a fractured arm. I consider myself lucky. More damage could have been done. To this day, I believe that the voice I heard was an angel. My mom has told me that I told her I saw an angel, but I don't remember everything from that day. I am happy to be alive... and each day when I awaken I thank the Lord for allowing me to live a little longer. Thank you for allowing me to share this. It has taught me many things. I grew up quickly after that and stopped acting so childish. I realized that at any moment we might go Home.

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