Where does the time go....Thursday again and time for Tell Me About It Thursday.Today's Topic: "An event in your life that changed your life forever"
There have been many events in my life that have changed my life forever....finding Jesus (best choice I ever made:); getting married (also a wonderful choice, not always easy but I'd do it all over again); or the birth of my newphew and my neice (both great events). However the event that I decided to talk about is The day God Choose to Spare My Life; My miracle!!!
A couple of weeks ago I participated in another weekly blog theme where I listed 13 things about myself where #8 was that I was a miracle. Many of you asked questions....so here goes.......
October 16, 2006:
The story really starts on April 4, 2006 when I went to work like a normal day and realized that I couldn't feel my legs. Later that day in the neurologist office I was told that I had Guillain-Barré Syndrome that I had gotten from a stomach virus which attached to my nervous system. By the next day I was paralyzed from the neck down. I stayed in the hospital for 2 1/2 months and was released in a wheel chair to learn to walk again.
That leads us to the "Miracle event" in my life. On October 13th 2006, while my husband and I had went out to dinner, which at this time was still a huge deal because I couldn't walk, I had the most overwhelming pain in my side I have ever felt in my life. Feeling bad was something that I had become accustom to, but nothing like this. I told my husband I needed to go home and go to bed. During the night, I spiked a fever of 105 and my heart started feeling like it was flying. It was a Friday and I was determined not to go back to the hospital, so I told my husband I would hold out and go to the doctor on Monday. By Sunday, I couldn't breathe at all. I had to take a breath twice to say one word.
Monday morning I went to the doctor as planned. I was there all of about 3 mins and ended up in the ER, where they discovered that I had threw blood clots to my right lung. Not just one clot but multiple massive clots. Judging from the damage to my lungs; I had thrown the clots on Friday at some point. (I feel like during our dinner). My heart rate was 178 which was stroke range. By 4 that afternoon, I was in ICU not expected to make it thru the night. I remember like it was yesterday a lung doctor standing at the foot of my bed talking with my mom and my husband and telling them he was going to make me an appointment to come to his office in three weeks, but he doubted I'd make it out of the hospital.
Thank God...He had different plans. That will be three years this October. It was that moment that taught me the important things in life. I had spent the past two and half years of my life trying to climb the corporate latter in the accounting field. I had no time for my family or friends. It was in that moment laying in ICU, that I vowed to treasure the things in my life that really matter. To live each day to its fullest. Sometimes life goes so fast that we forget to spend time with the people who mean the most to us, our family and friends. We put off saying things today thinking that we can tell people tomorrow. I now realize that we don't always have tomorrow, so the best time to say what you need to say is today. The best time to stop by and see family or friends is now. I have realized that at your lowest point your family and friends will be there for you.
My favorite definition of love was in an e-mail where a 4 year old was asked what love meant. The child's neighbor was an elderly man who had just lost his wife. When the child saw the man cry, the little boy went over into the man's yard and climbed on top of the man's lap and just sat there. When the boy's mother asked him what he'd said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry". You know sometimes you don't have to say anything to show someone you love them. You just have to help them cry.
Life is too short to worry about the little things in life. The things that don't matter....like who's mad at whom or who has the most money. At the end of the day....none of those things matter. What matters most is how we choose to spend the time we have here on earth. I will never forget that day as long as I live. The day I started living....I mean truly living. 
Love this show!!! I think this would have to be my favorite. Can't wait for the new season:)
I really like American Idol too. It always amazes me how willing people are to make a fool out of themselves to be on TV. I love Simon too....I mean I need him to go around with me in my everyday life. Just to tell people exactly like it is. I mean how great would it be to be able to say.....just because they make string bikinis in a size 40 doesn't mean you should wear them. I'm not a small person myself, but I do cover up my extra:)
I watch all of the CSI's but I like CSI Miami the best. This show makes me wonder about our society...I mean you know they didn't create those ways of tracking down murders, which means the technology on these shows really exsist. That means that if we really tried.....Murders would actually be caught. .jpg)
How ture is that!?! In one way or another we all picked who we ended up with. We may not have realized that all the things we thought were cute while we were dating we going to end up getting on our nerves, but we did know they existed. I mean come on....did you really think he was gonna start putting the seat down just because you married him? Or that just because your married now...he's not going to still be a mama's boy? Not.......I mean after all he was that way when you picked him!!! Reguardless of what flaws he has at some point you most have thought he was a good catch.
This makes me think of the Book "Guys Are From Mars, Girls Are From Venus ". Someone gave me this book as wedding gift. I laughed when I opened it, but about 5 months after being married I found myself reading it. It was like I woke up and thought I married an alien:) I'm just kidding, but it really did help me understand the way men think about things.
Geran isn't only my best friend his is also my husband which probably seems a little cliche. He hasn't always been my husband however. Geran and I have been best friends since the 9th grade which seems like forever ago these days. He moved here from Arizona that year, and we were in the same homeroom. We were instantly friends, and stayed that way for many years. Everyone said that we would end up married, but we (well I) never saw it that way. He was just my very best friend. The one I told everything and complained about all the people I was dating or whatever. It wasn't until I was in college that things started to change. He went to Clemson and I went to Presbyterian College, which put us about 1 1/2 hours away from each other. So one weekend, I ramdomly called. I needed a "date" at the last minute for the homecoming game, so I called and to my amazement he had come home for the weekend. So of course he came to my rescue once again. We stayed up all night that night talking. For the next 3 weeks, he came home every weekend, and we did all the crazy things we used to do. Went to carnivals, football games, or just went to the movies. Three weeks from the time I needed him to come to my rescue, we were walking around the PC campus and went to my favorite place.....the duck pond. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was sitting on the side of the bridge. I knew he sounded way to serious, but I couldn't figure out why. He ask me to stop feeding the ducks for minute, because he needed to ask me something. So I turned around thinking he was going to tell me about someone he was dating or wanted to date. However to my amazement he was talking about me. He said that he had tried for 8 years not to love me. He had tried to just be friend, to listen and be there, but at the end of the day he wanted more. He loved me more than ever thought possible. To be honest, I don't think I said anything that night. I caught me so off guard, but I knew in my heart I loved him too. For that day on, we were together all the time. A year later we were engaged and a year after that we were married. He is still my best friend even today:)
Ok, so I'm sure that both of my BFF's fall into the cliche category!! But I couldn't leave my mom out. My mom and I haven't always been what I would consider close. During the teenage years when you know it all, we were anything but close. Even in those times of my smart mouth (don't judge, you know you had one too:), disobedience, and just being a typical teenager, my mom was always there. To me that is the definition of a true friend....being there even when you don't deserve to have them. That makes my mom a perfect match for being my BFF!!! 
