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December 25th, 2000 coming home from work trying to spend the
last few minutes I can with my family. I start across a bridge
as I hear a loud crack and watch as a tree falls before me.
I slide to a stop within feet of the tree. I call local law
enforcement to tell them of the hazard. A truck driver pulls up
behind me and I get out of my car and walk back to his window.
I tell him it shouldn't be long before someone comes and clears
the way. I hear a vehicle and I turned toward the tree.
I see lights on the other side. My mind slows and I think to
myself "there is no where to go" so my body decides for me
and I jump as the vehicle has already hit the tree and is
coming towards me. Angels must have lifted me cause the vehicle
hit my legs and I flew over and hit the pavement. My legs were
crushed and torn. I could see under the truck that I had been
standing near and see a bumper shining. I look over my shoulder
and see the vehicle that had just took so much away from me.
Smoking and crushed against the bridge rail. Immense pain
racking through my body, I feel a coldness creep over me as
sleet begins to fall. I reach down my legs with my hands and
feel the warmth of my life in my hands. I knew that night that
life is precious and should not be taken lightly. And thank
those angels who lifted me above so that I would have this
opportunity to voice my love of life.