Josh's Miracle of Surviving a Car Crash

It was like yesterday. I will never forget that phone call. 

My sister had called me on the phone. She was crying frantically. She had informed me that her son, my nephew, 24 at the time, was in a car crash. The driver, a friend of his, was speeding, and when he tried to turn at a bend, it spun uncontrollably slamming forward into a tree. Because he wasn’t wearing his seat belt, he flew through the passenger windshield and was found lying face down-unconscious. The driver was impacted twice, once by the steering wheel and then the windshield. Sadly, he did not make it. 

EMTs arrived at the scene and rushed him to the hospital. There he was declared comatose; half of his brain had been severely damaged and they didn’t expect him to pull through. He was out cold. 

Immediately after I heard the news and hung up the phone, what little light left inside me was on its knees before I had the chance to respond physically. In prayer, I asked that the Angels and the Lord, Our Father, help him. This became my regular routine, like brushing my teeth or putting on socks.

Days, weeks, and months later, there was no response. He remained in a vegetative state. Only machines and sounds of people talking outside the door kept the room from emptying out to become the total darkness that my family, his mom, was feeling from this tragic event. 

The accident happened in April. In July that same year I was busy at work when my phone rang. Waiting to answer it, or perhaps dreading the information that my sister may have to share with me, I ignored the call until I could listen more attentively. 

I didn’t take my phone out again until I was sitting in my car, in the parking lot at work. My hands trembled as I pressed the numbers to dial my voicemail. The message caught me in my tracks. It was my sister’s voice, but I can tell you that from the experience, she had been changed so much that you could hear it in her tone. 

“Hi babe.” She started, “It’s your sister here. Josh just woke.” It seemed she got hung up on every word as she spoke. “There was little he could say, and it was very muffled, but he is requesting to see you. He says that while he was out he was waiting in a long line of people, but he saw you going past him the opposite way. He says he heard your prayers.” 

Even as I write this miraculous story to share with you, my eyes are tearing up. I literally stopped what I was doing. I sat there for a moment before I could call her back. I probably listened to the message three or four times before calling her back. He saw me? He saw me praying for him? 

Confused by the astonishment, I called her and set up a time to go to the hospital to visit him. 

The first thing he said to me was, “thank you Auntie.”

This accident was almost 4 years ago. He has moderate brain damage, his short and long term memory impacted, and it took almost a year before he was able to completely care for himself physically. But he is well, he is still with us, and it was at that moment that I was reminded of the true power of prayer, of divine intervention, and of love itself. 

I still hear his voice in my head. “Thank you Auntie.”

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