"The Second Lease On Life"

I replay the events of that day of my wreck on December 11, 2oo6.
I was on my way back from English final.
I was singing Christmas carols.
I set my speed control on 60 mph.
My truck started acting up.
The tires went over the white line.
I jerked to the left, then back to the right.
It was to late!
The truck was now air born.
I thought of each roll as if it were my last.
The first roll I felt the glass shatter.
The second roll I felt the side of my head hit the asphalt.
I was conscious and I knew what was going on around me.
I remember the small minuet details.
The crowd of people stopping and surrounding me.
The people picking my items off the road that had been slung out of the truck.
The woman that compacted my ear together as blood flowed down my face and neck.
I remember looking at my reflection in the rear view mirror.
The blood was tricking down my forehead.
The woman's voice calling my mother.
She says her arm is broken.
She can't breath.
My lungs were tightening up.
I thought my next breath could be my last.
Tell my mom I love her and my dad, my baby sister, and my brothers.
I thought please God let me live to see them again.
My parents said they drove 90 miles an hour with the hazards light all the way to Jacksonville Hospital.
No law enforcement dared pulled them over.
God clearing a safe passage for them to drive.
My dad said he would not have stopped either, until he made it there.
They were coming to see their first born baby laying in a bed with IV needles running through her arm.
The doctor coming in to stitch my ear back together.
My parents would have died on the inside if they had to bury me on my 20th birthday December 15.
A tragedy that would leave them void of the memory of me.
So, I thank the good Lord that I live.
I have another day with them.
In the Ambulance, I sang old Southern Gospel hymns to God.
The one I remember in particular: "Oh, How I Love Jesus!"
I now have a Second Lease On Life.
The one name that rings in my ear..Clint Dover
He slides through the gap on the passenger side.
He hooks an oxygen tank to my face.
He wraps the brace around my neck.
I look in his eyes and say..
"Do you believe in God?"
He says:
"Sweetheart,Can U Look Up?"
I saw the ceiling caved in around me.
I was lucky to be alive.
God had seen fit to spare my life.
I do not know why.
I may never know.
There is a reason.
There is a purpose.
Do I really deserve what I have in my life now?
The answer is no.
God doesn't owe us anything!
He just chooses to give us the gift of life!