I thought my 28th birthday would pass without much hullabaloo. Just a day at work and a quiet dinner with my honey.

Instead, I ended up being transported to Stanford Hospital via ambulance after wrecking my car on the freeway on the way home.

I'm alive and have no major injuries to speak of. All of my bones and internal organs remain intact though it feels as though I was dumped on by a load of very heavy objects.

Note: The crash was, in fact, my fault. This is sad news as I typically pride myself on being a fairly safe driver. I can drive in foreign countries, in San Francisco, and even Texas. However, last night I let myself be distracted momentarily and that's all it took to look up and see the cars stopped in front of me.

I had about 1 second to react and it wasn't enough, so I slammed into the back of the SUV and then off to the right into some shrubs and bushes. My car plowed through and the airbags deployed and I crashed through the foliage and eventually came to a stop. My windshield was partially caved in and my rear view mirror was in my lap. I was quite shaken up and then people arrived. A good samaritan named Brad calmed me down until the sheriff arrived. He held my head and neck (something about C-Spine) until the firefighters came. the firemen got me out of my car onto a backboard. I'll admit I was concerned that they wouldn't be able to get my chubby self out of the car without a lot of work. but they did and got me to the gurney. the paramedics asked where I was in pain. It was my right ankle and left knee. Then it came. scissors cut open my (brand new just got them online) favourite black pants from American Eagle. I commented to them that they were new and expressed my horror about them being cut but they kind of chuckled and said they needed to do it to check my injuries.

I'll cut to the chase...they transported me in an ambulance to Stanford (about 20 min) and there, they proceeded to cut the rest of my (all NEW) clothes off leaving me the dignity of my underoos and covered me with hospital garb. They took xrays of my aching parts and found out that I had no fractures. They pressed my belly and examined my neck. after about an hour or more, they let me go home. My mom and Norm met me at the hospital and heard my woes of not only being shamelessly disrobed, but by having nothing left to speak of in the way of new birthday clothes....simply my birthday suit. They gave me sweats to remedy this predicament and while it was an unworthy substitute, I was grateful. Everyone was so kind at the hospital.

We came back to my house and Norm stopped to get my presents from his house and pick up root beer for the pizza we were all going to partake of for my birthday supper. We ate and laughed as I recounted the funny parts of this very traumatic story. I'm still recovering and need to go and nap now that I've sat and typed all of this.

I appreciate the love and prayers and support that people have given. Thank you.

God, thank you for keeping me safe and alive. I know I'm nothing without you and I'm so grateful for the chance to see another day. Thank you for my family who loves me. thank you for Norman, who adores me and celebrates me every day. thank you for my church family - who faithfully prays and loves and supports me. Thank you for all the people who helped me, please bless them as they continue to serve those who are hurting and in pain.  I love you and am blessed to be called yours.

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