Ricky T.

from TN
Story #234
On March 5, 2014 I was in a serious car accident. The first responders were ready to call it at the scene. I was not supposed to survive. A fire fighter reached his hand in the car for one last check and ended up finding a pulse. They got the jaws of life out, got me out of the car, and transported me to Vanderbilt hospital. They lost me a few times in the ambulance, but I made it to the hospital. I was in a coma for a few weeks, and diagnosed with a traumatic brain injury. I wasn't supposed to live, even the doctors would say that. Even if I did survive, I was not supposed to have any quality of life. People and churches all over the world started praying for me, and by Gods grace, I survived. I have made a full recovery with only a handful of small side effects from the accident. I have 3 children, one of which was born 5 days before the accident happened. I know for a fact that it was prayer, and God answering that prayer that saved my life. I was born and raised in the church, but had become stagnant. I am still struggling to find my place in the church, but I know now for certain that there IS a place for me. God has a plan for all of us, we may not know what it is, we may never know what it is, but there is a plan. As a church member, I never really understood what a prayer request meant or was, until I became one.