Every Story Is a Miracle

<p>One day while going to a new job my car goes off the road and I hit a tree. My heart stops I am told 5 times...I end up with a partial quad. Parts of arms and legs have lost 60 percent feeling and use. 3 years later one foot has to be amputated and six months later the other is gone. While in a physical rehabilitation center part of me is asking Why Me? I have always been a hard worker. Very often volunteered EMS as a volunteer Medical Response Tech. Responding at all hours as a volunteer. Never got paid. I did this for my town Ansonia CT for 5.5 years. Why Me? ... Without much success from the doctors after so many visits I made a comment This seems to be giving all of us a hard time. I will fix it. How? asks the doctor. Easy. I will commit suicide I replied. How? You are in a hospital. You are confined to a wheelchair we can say who and if you can have visitors. I will just not eat or drink anything except for my required pills. Nothing new. Just the ones that my body is used to. For about four days I eat nothing and the doctors see that I am serious...</p>