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. When I was awake, I spent time praying and reciting Scriptures. Please don’t think I’m some spiritual giant. I was terrified and that is all I knew to do.
My neck was broken at the C3/C4 level. At that level, it’s a miracle I’m not on a ventilator. I am completely paralyzed from the shoulders down. Unlike some quadriplegics, I am unable to use my arms or my hands. I am grateful for what I do have: a wheelchair I can drive with head motions, a laptop with voice recognition software, and many friends and church family to help me navigate through this complex life.
This blog is about my journey as a quadriplegic. If you disagree with my beliefs, that’s okay with me. This is my truth. It’s my story. It’s 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.