Some life circumstances are not meant to be understood, the call is just to keep moving forward one step at a time. That’s called faith.
My name is Terri. I wrote this on my Facebook page a few days before my neck was broken in August 2013. When I woke up from my fall, I tried to move and immediately knew that I was paralyzed. My body was tingling all over. I had no movement or feeling from just below my shoulders down. I was living by myself at the time so I laid on the kitchen floor for almost 2 days. I heard my phone ringing but I couldn’t answer it. I was in and out of consciousness during that time. When I was awake, I spent time praying and reciting Scriptures. Please don’t think I’m some spiritual giant. I was terrified and this is all I knew to do.
It was such a short distance that I fell—from standing at the refrigerator to the floor. I probably bashed the back my neck on the stove handle in between. I didn’t trip. No one pushed me. There was no alcohol involved. I simply got dizzy and down I went.
This blog is about my journey as a quadriplegic. If you disagree with my beliefs, that’s okay with me. This is my truth. My story. My spiritual race to run. And this race has been marked out for me by God, and it has a great reward. For that reason, I can praise God.