THE NIGHT MY LIFE CHANGED
It was January 2nd I woke up early cause I was super excited to make my way home to see the love of my life at that time. I was in Ontario and had to get back to BC so my parents and I decided to make our way to Calgary then I would fly from there. 3 nights in a row I had these bad dreams that I got in a bad car accident before we actually left but I thought nothing of it. Anyways we jump in our SUV thing and started on our way. The drive was good until we got into Winnipeg; the thing that pisses me off the most was that we had 3 signs telling us we should stop. But the stubborn family we are we just kept going. But we did stop in Winnipeg for a bite to eat. After we finished eating we were on our way again, but my dad happened to take a wrong turn and we drove around Winnipeg. That was the first sign to tell us to stop going. But we never thought of it. We finally got out of Winnipeg and it was so foggy you could not see 5 feet in front of your vehicle; that was the 2nd sign to stop. I did not think anything of it so I jus fell asleep in the back seat. I slept for about an hour and when I woke up I realized we were driving in a blizzard. I sat back up looked at the clock. It said 9 50. Not even a split second after I looked at that clock we hit black ice. We slid side ways into the ditch. The ironic thing was when we slid into that ditch I thought to my self " ah fuck were alright " and not even a split second after I thought that our front passenger wheel hit a rock and sent us air born for 50 feet and when we landed we rolled 2 1/2 times an landed on our side so I was hanging from my seat belt. My dad came running towards me in a panic asking me if I was all right right. I new right then I was not but I lied to him and said I was even though I could not feel anything from the neck down. The thing is your really not sure about god until something like this happens. My dad told me the first person that showed up at the scene was a priest. I don’t remember it but that’s what my dad told me. By the time I got back to Winnipeg I road in 2 ambulances and a jet. I was lying on a stretcher when the doctor told my dad I was going be paralyzed from the neck down for the rest of my life. After my surgery I found out that I got 2 rods and a bunch of screws put in my neck, an I had so many tubes coming out of my head that I looked like a high tech slurpy machine, all I could do is lay there an stair at what ever was around me. The only time I ever told my brother I loved him was when I was there in ICU. After a couple days in ICU I finally realized what the hell was going on. I remember it was in the middle of the night I had a wicked crazy bad dream that they called my dad back to ICU and as soon as he got there I through my arms around him and gave him a huge hug. The look on his face was unexplainable. After I got out of ICU and got stable I went over to the rehab center and met a cool kid. His name was Kyle too, we had some good times I will never forget him. But ya I spent a month all together in Winnipeg then got shipped off here and spent another 5 months in the hospital an lived here ever since. But when I was in Calgary during my time I will never forget this one night. I woke up in the middle of the night and at the end of my bed I saw a man dressed all in white and was glowing. I looked at him for like to seconds then blinked and he was gone. Freaked the hell right out of me but I do know some one is watching over me now .
