I've decided to tell my story right now. I have a writing block, so, I decided to write something I already know all the words to. What I am writing is real life. Not everybody's lives are going to be perfect. This is going to be about my uncle and his miracle.
Five years ago, there was an accident. But that's life right? So unexpected. So unreal. Something that just smacks you right in the face telling you to wake up from your fairytale. That's how this stuff comes. It's a shame. You feel like you want to crawl in a hole and die. You wonder, why is this happening to me? Why me? Well, if it wasn't you than it would be a different person and then they would wonder the same thing too, and then the cycle keeps going. Right?
It was July 9, 2011 three days after my tenth birthday. It was a Saturday morning and I was at my house having my birthday party. There were lots of girls there playing and everything and then eventually they had to go home. My friend Autumn lived in the same neighborhood as I did, so she stayed a little while longer. Same for my cousin, she lived right next door. My cousin, my sister and I if I remember correctly, were talking about the lake because we were going there the next day, to celebrate my birthday with the family. My cousins family was already there except for her, they were staying over the weekend. We were just sitting there chatting and then, there was a call.
My dad picked up the phone and ran into my parents bedroom. I heard banging on the door and ran in there to see what was going on. My dad was banging on the bathroom door. My mom was in the shower and he kept banging and banging and banging. I got really scared. Finally she opened the door. When I heard the words coming out of my dads mouth, I began getting really nervous almost to the point of crying.
My dad came to us and told us the news. There was an accident at the lake. Someone was seriously hurt, we didn't know who though. My dad said my aunt was talking and crying at the same time with panic in her voice. She didn't tell who was hurt. All she said was that 'someone' was hurt. Who? I thought over and over again. I don't remember if my cousin was crying or not but I knew my dad took her with him to the hospital that was told for him to go to. They left and then I went in my family room, and started crying.
Autumns mom came to pick her up and then the rest of the day was blur.
I don't remember when or who told me what had happened, but I know what happened.
It was my uncle.
He was wake boarding and then he hit his head on a wake and came up fine but then, all of a sudden, he started going under. A family friend of ours jumped in the water and grabbed him and pulled him onto the boat. I think he was unconscious, I'm not for sure but they called a hospital helicopter to come and get him and he would be transferred to a hospital immediately.
Sometime later, we found out that he had a massive brain injury and that he wasn't going to make it. Deep down in our hearts though, we believed he would make it. That's all we could do at that point was to pray and believe. That's really all you feel like you can do, and then there you go again thinking 'how could this be happening to me?' It's life. Things like that happen. But, they happen for a reason. That is what you have to put in your head. Well, it's true, but, what reason?
We were almost to the point were we got used to going to the hospital. Almost. You never get used to it. For my cousins, it was literally like their second home. They were there all the time and my aunt was there almost 24/7. I Remember every time I would go there, my grampa would bring snicker doodle cookies and we would eat them like there was no tomorrow. We would sit there and all pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. Pray. And pray some more. That was the only thing keeping us from collapsing and giving up. The Lord. He was there every step of the way, but you wonder, why would he put us through this in the first place? Why? Why didn't he just let him not crash and fall on that wake? Why didn't he just let us celebrate my birthday and have a great day like everything was planned? Planned. There is no planning in life. Ever. You don't plan on having cancer. You don't plan on getting shot. You don't plan on getting hit by a car. You don't plan any of it. You wish you could but you can't. Only God can plan. He planned for my uncle to fall and hit his head on that wake. Why? There you go again asking yourself why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Nobody knows. That is why the Lord gave us patience. Some people don't have patience though, and they go and get themselves drunk and get into car crash and die or, they just can't take it anymore and kill themselves. Don't lose patience. Patience and trust in the Lord are the most important things we have when going through these things. I know it's hard trusting the Lord because he made this happen in the first place, but you just have to. He has a reason. A reason that is so great, that going through all that pain and suffering, is all worth it for what he has planned. So just be patient. I know my family was.
After all of that waiting my uncle made it and got to go home, but he didn't remember anything. I remember my cousin telling me that it was horrible what had happened one day. She said she went up to her dad and he didn't know her name. He barley knew who she was. Yah, there were definitely some hard times but, they got through it with the Lord. When my uncle got home he asked 'where's our dinosaur?' He was referring to their dog. They all started laughing. That was a good time. Yes, there are good times too.
My uncle had to learn how to walk and talk and read and write and do all that kind of stuff again. But he did it, and now today it's almost like the accident had never happened. He can drive too. You all are probably wondering what the reason was that God had for all of that. I will tell you.
Someone on my uncles side of his family found themselves and got saved. It was amazing. My dad baptized her and now that she is a Christian, she can tell more of my uncles side about God. God is real. Five years ago, I was having a good day. Five years ago, my uncle was in a helicopter being flown to the hospital. Five years ago, we were all sorta angry at the Lord for putting us through this. Five years ago, we new we couldn't be angry at the Lord though, because he has reasons. Five years ago, the doctors said my uncle wouldn't make it.
Five years from then.
If you saw him today, you would think that I was lying about this entire thing. I wasn't. The Lord healed him. Like I said it's like it never happened.
It's a miracle.
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Thanks for reading!! By the way my uncle that had the accident is LaurynLadybugs dad. She's the cousin I was talking about in this. Anyway, LaurynLadybug you were strong through that whole process. I know I'm older than you but I really look up to you!! And as for my aunt, you are one of the strongest people that I know. You never gave up hope. I really look up to you too!! Love you guys!!
This is supposed to show you that yah, bad things happen but they happen for a beautiful reason. Please comment down below what you guys think!! Thanks!!:)
