Whoa!

Last night was so normal. I went to Les Mis practice, talked with friends, said goodbye to them nonchalantly and got in the car with Daddy. We went to Burger King, I got chicken tenders and Daddy played a song I'd never heard and pointed out the effects he thought were cool or well-done. I wanted to play one of my C.D.'s...as we were messing with the pocket that holds them and...BAM.

All I remember is Daddy yelling and the windshield cracking, along with an ear-splitting sound. I probably blacked out for a second or two...I was screaming and crying, and my voice sounded so unlike me. Dad kept saying "Hun, you okay? I'm so sorry..." over and over...I tried to answer but I couldn't breathe at all. Dad said "Let's pray" I forget exactly what he said, the only thing that was running through my mind is "God let me breathe" and soon, He did. Just short, quick breaths at first. I kept my eye on a nearby Best Buy sign and the woman who we crashed into, who looked okay, but she was holding a cloth to her arm, which was bleeding. The police got there very fast and asked us to try and get out, since there was all this smoke...my Dad got out quickly but I was in too much pain to get out right away. Soon I did though. There was this random girl only a few years older then me..we both found it odd and a bit rude, as all she wanted was to know is what happened, didn't ask us if we were alright. We walked over to a light pole and I tried to sit down. So many things happened at once, the police asked me my name and such...they strapped me to a board as gently as they could (they were all SO kind) and checked me over. The dominant memory though, is the pain. It was definitely the worst I've experienced in my fourteen years. They loaded Dad in with me--I heard them say "she's worse then him," so I knew he was alright.

The ride to the hospital--same one I was born at, actually--was so hard. The board kept me from being able to move at all and my back started hurting a lot. I knew they needed it to keep me straight. I remember quietly saying to no one in particular "I just want the pain to go away".
I started groaning a little and I heard one of the paramedics say "Steve (or whatever) talk to her and keep her occupied". Their calm attitude helped me so much, they were all so nice to me and I felt very safe with them--this helped my ordeal SO much. I was still having trouble breathing so they gave me oxygen which helped, I was glad for that. During the ride I contemplated how normal it all was before. I thought of Les Mis rehearsal, and Abby and Willie, and the sleepover I was supposed to be having with Katarina the next night (tonight). Finally we got to Delnor...they wheeled me in (at this point I was talking and feeling happy and thankful that I was alive.)

My hospital stay was great. They took me off the board (I swear, I could hear angels singing) and soon Mum, Evan and Laura came in and we talked...they gave me morphine to take away the pain (the angels sang even louder-I wasn't imagining it :oP) and did a Cat scan (boy the I.V. got uncomfortable but it hardly hurt when they put it in!) everyone was just so nice and I felt comfortable the whole time. Daddy was up and walking before me, but soon I got up too. We were released 3 hours after the accident.

I just keep thanking God we were okay. God is good; he is good when he let us live and he is good if he hadn't. I wish Dad wouldn't feel responsible - it was just that, an accident. It was all part of God's plan, even if we hadn't been messing with the C.D.s.

I'm too sore for words...it's starting to take a toll on me with all this typing.

LOVE you all...MUAH!