My life really started with a big bang the day I broke my legs, February 28, 1988. I fell from a ladder and crushed both ankles. I laid scared on frozen ground calling for help. After about an hour someone heard my cry. I was taken to a satellite hospital, then to St. Joseph’s hospital where I laid for two days before I was attended to. The pain was so excruciating, like you wouldn’t believe. All that I had in my life laid where I had fallen. My whole life flashed before my eyes. That’s the day I had to depend on someone else and any and all who would help me. That same night I called upon the Lord to help me. He reached down and gave me the strength and comfort. The Sunday morning before the doctors operated on my legs. On Monday I was inspired by God to write about pain and the ability to witness to His love and mercy.
