God’s mighty hand
When I was 2 years old I was involved in an awful, life threatening accident.
I had a favorite uncle who would spoil me by taking me places and bringing me all kinds of goodies. One day my mother called upon him to run an errand for her because my father was at work and she did not have a vehicle to use.
When my uncle showed up I was so happy to see him, thinking he had come to visit me. My mother, “Carmen,” tried to explain the real reason he had come to our house, but it was hard for me to comprehend that I was not allowed to accompany the man I loved so much.
I threw a tantrum and started crying. Mother told my uncle that she was going to take me into the house and was coming right back out. Then, as my mom was explaining to my uncle what she wanted him to do for her, I ran back out of the house and hid behind his car. Looking back, I don’t know what possessed me to do that! After their conversation ended Carmen went back into the house, and my uncle started the car and put the transmission into reverse. He had no idea I was there.
I let out a scream that my mother could hear from inside the house. My uncle had backed the car over me, and he didn’t realize what he had hit. I was pinned under a tire, and my mother began yelling at him to move the vehicle off me.
Eventually they both pulled me out, finding me lying in a pool of blood. They rushed me to the nearest hospital.
When a doctor saw me, he rushed me into an examining room. He could not readily tell what my injuries were because I literally was covered with blood.
I was crying uncontrollably, so the doctor asked my mother if she had a baby bottle for me. My mother told him that I had been weaned from the bottle, but the doctor told her that he was
going to give it back to me for the time being to help calm me down. Then he administered some medication to ease the pain so the staff could X-ray me.
I’m sure that my mother and uncle were pretty upset about what had just happened, and the news didn’t get any better. When the doctor returned from viewing the X-rays, he told my mother that the injuries were bad - there was even a tire mark on my midsection. He was going to have to stitch up wounds on various parts of my body.
I know now that everything happens for a reason. The accident was a close brush with death, but I believe that God had a plan and a purpose for the ordeal.
As I’ve gotten older I have had resulting medical problems, such
as back pain and hearing loss. I have had two surgeries in my left ear.
I also remember my mom telling me about the way I was bouncing my bottom while the doctor was applying stitches
there. He chuckled and told her that “this little girl is going to
become a dancer.”
In a sense, he was right. After I grew up and accepted Jesus Christ into my life, He gave me the joy that allows me to dance and worship Him.
Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares
the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to
give you hope and a future.”