MIRACLES

It was the worst automobile accident that the city of Alpine had ever seen that 4’th of July weekend and one I will not soon forget. The passengers in the car were a grandmother, an aunt, two brothers and a little dog. They had been away, visiting family in California. The aunt was driving, trying to make it home for the holiday.

Meanwhile another young man strung out on a drug high was on a suicide mission. He was running from the police clocked at 110 miles per hour. He had led them on a chase through town. Outside of town he turned his car around and started back on the wrong side of the road. While speeding around a curve in the road he met the returning family and eternity.

The oncoming car didn’t have time to swerve out of the way before the head-on collision. The cars were later described as being smashed together like tin cans and had to be pried apart. Almost everybody was killed instantaneously. The two brothers were removed first with very little life left. The oldest had the lower half of his body crushed and died soon afterwards. The seven year old boy had been curled up in a pocket that wasn’t crushed, but he was in critical condition. His chances of survival were extremely slim.

The hospital wasn’t adequately equipped to treat him, so he was put in an ambulance and rushed to El Paso hundreds of miles away. They did what they could to treat him en route. He had sustained a brain damaging head injury, and his broken leg had to be set with a metal pin. He was so close to death his body would spasm from time to time.

His parents had foregone the trip to California to stay home with the younger babies, and rushed to the seven-year-old's side. The child was comatose for four and a half months, leaving his parents to hold on to a hope and a prayer. The doctors informed them that when and if the child ever woke up he would never walk again, he would never talk again, and he would never live a normal life.

But doctors are not God, and it is God that has the final say in the matter. One day his mother looked down at the little boy and said, “I love you.”

In a cracked and broken voice that hadn’t been used in a long while the child said, “I love you too.”

From that point the child began to heal. The child the doctors said would never talk again was talking. The child the doctors said would never walk again was running in track when he got to high-school. The child that doctors said would never live a normal life succeeded in achieving high academic marks and went on to college. He developed the gift for writing God had given him. I was that child. That is my story.

Educated skeptics may try to debate miracles. They may try to debate the existence of God, but that doesn’t change the fact that God exists. They need to walk in the shoes of someone who has experienced miracles, and there will be no more debate. When you walk through life with open eyes and an open heart you witness first hand the miracles of God. They are all around us and they happen everyday.