Five years ago, on a Friday morning, I was tending to my normal chores before going to work. I went outside to the shed where my cats stayed at night, to feed them and let them outside for the day. I had my hands full of food and water for them, and had trouble getting the shed door open. As I tried to use my foot to open it, the wind gushed up and threw the door open, hitting me right in the front of my head. This knocked my glasses off and threw me to the ground. I instantly was sick to my stomach and saw little black dots floating all around me. I must have then passed out, as the next thing I remember I was laying on the ground, but it was not in my backyard.

I was laying in a field surrounded by weeds. I had no idea where I was and I was in unbelievable pain. I struggled to sit up but I couldn't. I had to twist and turn myself while still laying flat to see what was causing my leg to hurt so bad. I saw the train track beside me and I knew why my foot was gone, but I had no memory of seeing a train. I saw headlights over on the highway. I raised my arms as high as I could and was screaming for these cars to stop. But I was too far away and knew that I must come closer to the lights. I was scared to crawl over the railroad tracks, I feared the train would come back and finish off what was left of me. I closed my eyes and prayed for God to help me. He answered before I even asked, as I was now over the tracks and closer to the highway where someone could see me. I saw the red twirling lights of a patrol car, and as the patrolman in his black uniform and his big hat came into view, I thanked God for carrying me.

At the hospital I was told that my leg had been amputated. The pain from my leg being amputated made the 3 fractures in the foot I had left and the 5 broken ribs, seem non exsistant. It was a few weeks later before I had any clarity on what had happened. This had happened the day after I got hit in the head, and it was not at night like I thought. There were no headlights as this happened around 3:00 in the afternoon. I don't think I need tell you where the lights that I saw came from!

It is only from putting what I can remember and what my family knows, that any of this can even be told. My familys accounts of the events of these two days fill in what I have no memory of. The actual accounts of my missing 2 days resulted from being hit in the head by the shed door, giving me not a concussion, but temporary brain damage. That time is gone and will not likely ever be remembered. This I believe is yet another one of Gods Blessings, and I'm sure He is protecting me and saving me from the terror of reliving this traumatic episode of my life.

I had ventured onto work the day I got hit in the head. The lady that I worked for said that I had called her and told her what had happened and how sick I felt, but I still insisted on going to work. She called my husband and my sister, as while at her house I kept being sick, falling down, and passing out.

On Friday evening my family had taken me to the hospital, but I refused to stay telling them that since I didn't have health insurance, I could not afford to be there. Unfortunately, I am quite stubborn and have no doubt that this is how I responded. Since the hospital could not keep me there, they told my family to watch me. I continued all through Friday night, by being sick and unruly, not at all my normal personality. That next morning I was insisting on going to see the lady that I worked for. My husband had said he would take me as soon as he showered and dressed. He also knew how impatient I was, so he made the car so it would not start to keep me from driving off without him. When He came out to take me, I was nowhere to be found. He called my sister, and the two of them started searching for me. Not finding me, he returned home later in the afternoon, only to have the police come to the door and tell him that he needed to go to the hospital as his wife had been hit by a train.

Grasping at straws here - we can only deduce that I found the car would not start so I took off walking. Somehow in this condition I got over 4 miles from home and to this railroad track. I may have tried to jump on the train or I may have been too close to it and got sucked under it. I may have walked right into it. I really don't even know what to think of what may have happened there, as I don't remember seeing a train. I tried to remember for several months with the help of professionals. The end result is that it really does not matter how this all happened. What is important is that again, I was Saved ... by God!

I came out of this with an urgency to live. I felt God with me more than I ever had. I was closer to Him and my desire to get even closer has just kept growing. Of course, I had many steps of recovery to take from losing my leg. I had to adjust, accept, and heal. But God has been with me every step of the way. He carried me. He held me. He holds me by my hand and guides me. These past several years God has continued to mold me, and He draws me nearer to Him with every step I take. I continue to hunger for Him. I desire to give Him my all. I pray to be more, so that I can give Him more. While I used to pray once or twice a day, I now talk to Him all day long, fall asleep praying and wake in the morning still talking. He has turned my disability into a blessing, not a curse. Granted, I can not do all of the things that I used to, but there is so much that I can do. Had I not lost my leg, I would still be in the hectic fast paced life, running to go nowhere. I started slowly walking to Him, then quickened my step. Now I run to Him. My only goal in life is Him. To please Him, serve Him, and spend eternity with Him. I Thank God for this life which He has given me. I will praise the Lord for all of my days and continue in my, ' CLOSER WALK WITH THEE! '