It all happened so fast. I don't remember much, but I do remember looking into my rear view mirror and seeing the blood smeared across my face. I remember my sister screaming and crying in the passenger's seat. I thought I was spitting out teeth, but it was only glass. Ha, only! I remember trying to tap my foot when I realized I couldn't see my feet; only to realize I couldn't feel my feet - or my legs for that matter. But although that moment was easily the most terrifying moment of my life, my sister tells me the first words out of my mouth were, "God, I can't do this. I need you. I can't do this."

 

I'm pretty sure it was then that I looked to my left, through broken glass, and saw my grandmother standing beside me. She smiled, reached in, grabbed my hand and said, "You're going to be okay, Sweetheart. Everything's going to be okay."

 

A little over an hour later, I was laying in a hospital bed as a doctor pulled glass out of my arm and stitched me up. My dad was next to me trying to explain for the 10th time what had happened when I asked, "Was Mimi there?"

"Yes, both Mimi and Pop Pop were there."

"Oh... no, not your mom. Mom's mom."

His face changed from worried to confused to surprised. And then I remembered, my Mom's mom passed away 2 years prior.

 

I'm fully convinced I saw God in the form of my grandmother that day because He knew I needed to feel comforted. I needed the security only she could provide in th at moment.  I didn't know what was going to happen to me, but I was immediately filled with peace. Paramedics said it was the worst crash they had seen in 10 years. Doctors thought I had internal bleeding, so they rushed me to a CAT scan. Both were confused as to why I didn't have a single broken bone.