Makes me count my blessings.
My daughter Kim, then age 21, was struck in a hit and run in 2002. Massive head injuries, impact was so severe it cracked both eye sockets. Optical nerve damage. Broken pelvis, cracked vertebra, severely lacerated liver. The first EMT on scene told me much later that he took her vitals and told his partner she would not make it to the emergency room. When I first saw her in the ER, she had dried streaks of blood from every opening in her head - nose, mouth, ears, eyes. For about ten days doctors in NICU would not give any prognosis for her survival. Then in turn she would always be comatose, always be in vegetative state, never eat solid foods, walk, or talk.
As I type this, she is behind me doing her daily 45 minutes on the treadmill. She will be at Blade, walking and pushing her wheelchair. I insist that she take the chair instead of her walker so that she will have a place to sit when she gets tired, and I also insist that she must sit before handling knives, since she occasionally falls. If you see her there, be sure to speak. She is miss personality and has never met a stranger.
God bless EMT's, doctors, all medical personnel.