Grace Fully Realized

Or You Can Call Me Grace My nickname growing up was Grace - for my lack of. My very FIRST step at 9 mths I fell and broke my collar bone. Rode my trike down basement steps - stitches in lip. Bad car accident at age 4, we were hit head on by a drunk driver. Dad was in intensive care. I was emotionally damaged by all I saw. The tall bridge we were on. broken glass, crying Alan, lots of police and flashing lights. Dad not talking and bloody as the put him in an ambulance. And of course no serious incident would be complete with out the image of Mom freaking out. Bike wreck at 5, hurt a hand. Alan and I collided and even though my hand was caught in his spokes he was still peddling hard. He admits he was wondering why I was following him. Bike wreck at 8, did damage to a knee that is still a problem over 40 yrs later. I have been observed riding my bike and just falling over. I am no longer allowed to ride a bike - Drs. orders. Took up tether ball and had more sprained fingers and wrists than I could count. Explosion at 16. I had 2nd and 3rd degree burns. Lost a summer and healed without a scar! Praise God! Torn ankle ligaments. Walked on that bad ankle for months because no one who saw me fall believed I could of hurt my ankle. My mom once slammed me in the head with a cupboard door. We were playing. She really thought I would move, I really didn't think she would shut it. I have had numerous heat strokes, stepped on many nails, sprained my back more than once. Cracked and bruised ribs from falls and car accidents. My second drunk driver resulted in tearing the pectoral muscle. Not pretty let me tell you! I once got drug several feet by the truck - I was driving. I would have swore I had it stopped! (bad parking brake) There were so many more car accidents. None my fault, but many I escaped, sometimes to the surprise of onlookers, unscathed. Tripped at work and almost finished the bad knee. It lost more function - again. Fell in driveway around midnight in zero degree weather - and couldn't get up or reach my phone (slid under the car, of course). It took over an hour to drag myself to the house. I am now in a wheelchair due to autoimmune diseases. I have gotten stuck in mud, in doorways, between clothing racks, knocked over store racks, and ran into more than I care to remember. I have ruined clothes running over them while wearing them. My last drunk driver, we pulled in front of him to stop him from driving until police arrived. He rammed us repeatedly, not understanding why his car wouldn't move. BTW? I was on my way home from the ER when we found him! Last week in my wheelchair, while trapped in my front door, I managed to knock down the door on the coat closet. My grace is fully realized in knowing I have been given miracles to escape some of these escapades. So many times things could have easily led to death or more serious injury. Angels must be watching after me! There is truth to the adage of never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly. You really need her there!