Next thing I remember...

A month and 1/2 later I woke;

My memories are spotty because of all the drugs they had me on, plus I had a brain stem stroke, which took many of my abilities away and some memory also.

A hospital room with cateracts for windows. I tried to talk, no sound would come out (meaning if I used my call button, the nurse's station would ask over the intercom, "What do you need? and I couldn't respond).

The pain, excruciating pain all over, but especially in my legs!

A nurse came in with a clipboard and taped to it was the alphabet, so I could communicate, by spellinng with my fingers (they ended up bloody from dragging my fingers on the board).

At the time I had no idea what was going on or what happened. I was not in control of my own life, so to get some kind of control back, I would ask people to leave my room by angrily pointing at the door. I needed company, but I needed to feel in control of something, and at that point control was more important.

Most of all, I had time to come to my senses. Before, I had run from God. Now was the time to run to Him.

But when he had come to his senses, he said"How many of my father's hired men have more than enough bread, but I am dying here with hunger! I will get up and go to my father.
Luke 15:17 & 18

I am blessed,
Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce