So hard to blog when there is so much to get done in a day. Next thing you know the whole month has nearly flown by without so much as whisper on my blog. Lots of great blessings and miracles have I been able to experience in the last few weeks so I am just trying to digest it all. To start where I left off, shortly after the door was pried I was drug from what used to be my vehicle into the ditch in the middle of the highway. Besides the miracle of still being alive, the next miracles began to unfold before my eyes. First person on the scene of my accident was a fireman from Shelly Idaho and with him he had a fire extinguisher which really didn't do much to the raging fire that was consuming my twisted heap of metal. He also had a neck brace.Next angel onthe scene was an emergency nurse heading to EIRMC. She had oxygen and gloves for all those helping me.Third angel was another nurse on her way to work at the Madison Memorial Hospital in Rexburg.She called the hospital in advance of the ambulance arriving.All of these wonderful people did not take a second to choose to stop and help me. After what seemed like forever, my wonderful husband arrived onthe scene with a dear friend. I was transported to the Rexburg hospital where I underwent many tests and xrays to assure that all was well. The difficult thing to figure out was that for just hitting a truck going 70 mph, I had relatively few injuries and none were life threatening. I was scheduled for surgery to pin my two toes back in place on my left foot. Apparently when you slam on brakes too hard, they can break right clean. I had no interior bleeding and actually did not even get burns from the air bags. After that surgery, I was in a wheelchair for several weeks which proved to be so difficult but I was grateul to hear my chilfren laugh and Gary never left my side. It was interesting to see him heal as he took care of my needs and was the sole person responsible for the needs of our family. Although demanding and overwhelming at times I beleive it was this event that pulled him from the depths of despair.He no knew for sure that I and the children deperately needed a husband and a father to be there every day. How I wish that I had blogged all of my feelings and thoughts as they were happening some 3 years ago. It is difficult to know what happens to us as stress and trials make us become numb to our own lives.SO many things of those 3-5 years are non-existent in my memory box now. Maybe that is how Heavenly Father protects us and helps us breath each one of those terrible days when just getting out of bed is so difficult. 6 months later I entered the hospital for yet another surgery to reconstruct the ligaments in my left knee. A cadaver ligament was necessary to rebuild my shredded PCL. A month of no weight bearing and a completely straight leg was needed to make sure my body would take the strangers gift. MOnths in a wheelchair still did not make me a pro at maneuvering the darn thing and I longed for the freedom of a walker. Strange it seems to say now. Physical therapy proved to produce tears by the gallons and the anxiety of daily visits proved to cause great panic in me.Slowly I felt like my soul was being crushed by the weight of my great trials.As my leg tried to heal my spirit and hope was expiring.