Today after church my Latina friend Roxanna and I went shopping (my car). I got in a car accident. We both are ok. My seat belt bruised a little – BUT CAR is most likely
totaled. What was amazing – two cars stopped to help. One person from one car and a family from the other – CHRISTIANS – who helped me with everything – then we all prayed together as the hot Cincinnati sun heated us up! (I sunburn easy) We all swapped phone
numbers – it was God being so ‘with us’ . . . that thing Jesus says ‘They will know you are Mine because you love one another’ Like water in a desert – love pouring out on us from cars right there filled with Christians of actions. Actions.
These people giving comfort and help was so ‘peace in the storm’ . . . but then my wandering thoughts about ‘GEE GOD YOU COULD HAVE NOT LET ME GET IN THIS NEW MESS’ – that
- thing that - - - God must like – the ‘drama’ thing . . . God must LIKE DRAMA ‘cause HE SURE ALLOWS SO MUCH – I just would like you all to know – I LOVE BORING . . . but boring has NEVER been God’s plan – oh yeah – ADVENTURE WAS PART OF TODAY’S SERMON in
church service. This pastor also rides a Harley. What he and his wife do for vacation fun is go 400 miles a DAY ON A HARLEY. My military dad picked up a Honda 90 in Guam, then got stationed on an AFB in Tampa FL whose ‘base commander’ commanded it was unbecoming
of officers riding motorcycles. So officer dad delegated me riding Honda 90 to keep the charge of its weak battery. One and only one time I took that Honda 90 on an interstate the first air sucking semi passing me almost blew me over. I couldn’t find an exit
fast enough. It’s battery would loose charge and I’d be walking that stupid bike miles . . . only once did anyone offer to help. But then Tampa is not Cincinnati, Ohio – whose state motto is ‘With God All Things Are Possible’ . . . That ‘With God’ thing –
peace in the pieces – of car parts all over the place. If you are from Tampa – be light – by being godly. God is love.
Seven days from now is the twenty second anniversary of my only intensive care time - a 1991 car crash . . . This drama gave me a whole new life.
That television show- ‘are you as smart as a fifth grader?’ NO – I tested at fourth grade – months after the car accident in brain damage therapy! The life injury ‘hanging
in there’ is a closed head injury. Bleeding showed up on cat scans shortly on arriving to hospital. I like so say ‘I’m not nearly as brain damaged as I’ve been in the past’ . . . and that is truly - true. Testing at fourth grade - life is easy. Easy is greasy.
I had no clue. When recovery made me - smart enough to ‘recognize’ loss, ten years later - devastation set in. Experiencing sleeplessness – I saw a shrink. ‘You had a closed head injury? I need a copy of those records.’ (I made a copy for myself
when retrieving them after ten years.) Doc said ‘Your problems are because of the head injury.’ . . . well – that put me at total ease. There was nothing I could do about the head injury. I regained some peace and was able to sleep.
But eh chaos from the head injury - I still wade through.
I could not ‘read’ for ten years. It took me a year to realize I couldn't read. BUT – I could listen to audio books . . . initially I went through books repetitively to
‘get it’. One book I so much wanted to read that was not on audio is “I am the Central Park Jogger” . . . I was determined to regain reading. It only took 10 YEARS. Reading the Central Park Jogger book – I recognized the level of help she got in many ways
was superior to what our family received for me. Head injuries effect all family members. I had a 15 year old son and 17 month baby when brain damaged occurred – and please pray for my family, as losses are still dramatic. During a luncheon I met a nurse around
the ‘I can read now’ time who’d twenty years specializing in head trauma. ’97 to 98% of men desert women who were as impaired as you were.’ I called my husband Tom after lunch ‘You are in the top 2-3% of men!’
Regardless of losses – little things like - when I am ‘capable’ of reading today – its like – I was happy before brain damage – but now reading – I am ecstatic.
I began running our household when I was 16. My grandmother sent me a cookbook. Within a year – I had running a kitchen down. I worked in a few elegant restaurants with chefs generous with knowledge. I was a masterful cook. In the recent decade I regained
‘cooking’ . . . I make the most of it – relishing being ‘able’ . . .oh yeah – I did a few TV commercials in the ‘80s . . . 2nd sixty second spot was in ‘one take’. The camerawoman called me ‘one take Vicki’
. . . stuttering for almost a decade, occasionally someone would say ‘You don’t have to feel self-consciences about stuttering.’ God only knows what my face looked like getting those comments, but I’d say to myself – ‘I did TV commercials in one take’. I did
get an opportunity to do a radio 60 second spot – got it two takes – those in that industry recognize the significance . . .
So this car accident today – drama . . . on a small scale. We walked out of it. Dramatic reminder of a life changing drama – a powerful school I’d wish on no won. So now
I will attempt AGAIN to go to sleep – that ‘Peace, be still’ attempt – in the morning – start the insurance company calls. Yes - it was a great day at church, and church was more than the service we attended. Church showed up as a couple of cars of Christ
lovers loved us at this little car accident, to loudly say – I am with you!!
Hope my many words don’t wear you out!
I love you all.