I have a story to tell. So take the time to read to the end. You are not gonna believe this unless you have witnessed an actual miracle.

Way back in August of 2002, we were avid campers/adventurers and were on route to our first visit to Yellowstone National Park. We took the 3rd seat out of the suburban and we were packed- floor to ceiling- wall to wall. The 3 girls in the 2nd row seat and Johnny between David and I in the front. We had only been on the road an hour or 2. A desolate high desert freeway in Idaho. We heard a strange clanking noise and pulled over to check the car. We discovered, about a 6 inch piece of the muffler was just dangling, so we broke it completely off and threw it in the car, thinking that must have been our noise maker. We got back in and took off. I had turned around in my seat to check all the girls seat belts- kay and sam were still in carseats back then. You know how kids will try to wiggle out of their seats when ever you stop the car and get out. It literally only took me a minute or 2. I turned around and sat down right, in my seat. By this time we were already back up to speed limit at 70 mph. I didn't even have time to grab my seat belt- there was a big pop, a bounce , then a thud. I could see in the side view mirror the entire rear axle - still in one piece, bouncing down the road behind us. Sparks were flying from the back of the suburban which was now dragging on the asphalt. We were on a down slope so the suburban was speeding up. David was desperately trying to hold the wheel steady. Both of us instinctively threw our closest arm in front of Johnny as we were drifting towards the shoulder- there was no controlling any part of that vehicle. We hit the shoulder and went airborne. Our first rotation was in the air, I remember putting my hands on the roof of the suburban to brace for the impact. I could hear for a few seconds after everything went black. The noise was deafening. Then I woke up. You know how in the movies they make almost a Suction type sound as they zoom in and focus and pow the sound restarts, the action begins, etc...

I was blinking my eyes trying to see, the dust was still settling around the suburban, the sound was buzzing in my ears so loud I couldn't hear.

I saw the suburban upside-down- I couldn't hear anything or anyone. I remember thinking OMG- if my family isn't here , take me with them- I don't want to wake up without them.

I realized I was going out again, I knew at least my face was in sand, I knew I had to roll over before I lost consciousness again, so I was going to roll over, but I couldn't move my body, I couldn't move my left arm, only my right, so I started pushing myself onto my left arm, I could feel my left shoulder pop back in the socket and it made me pass out. Then I was woke by some lady yelling- found her- over here, found her.

Apparently I had flying lessons that day- and I failed! The police report said the suburban had rolled 8-10 times and tried to roll up a mountain, then back 2 times. In the pictures you can see the initial impact was the corner of the roof where my head should have been- if I had a seat belt on- I would have been decapitated.

Somehow on one of the rolls my torso was out of the window and I was crushed by the car, then it used my leg(s) to fling me, 85 feet. This is the part that gives everyone chills– I landed in a deep pile of sand- no bigger than my body. On one side of me- big jagged rocks, the other side- was dried asphalt where they had done the road a long time ago and just left a big ole pile to harden in the sun. They probably left the pile of sand too, cause my pile was the only sand around. No one could believe - that was where I landed.

I couldn't see , my contacts were full of sand. I could tell they were working on me. It just so happened that a doctor was behind us when we lost the axle and she had called 911, grabbed her doctor bag and came running to help. Apparently it took them 10 - 15 minutes to find me. I was 85 feet away, at first - they thought I was under the vehicle, cause they couldn't find me. Several people had pulled off, and were helping to look. It was the lady doctor that found me.

I knew my left hip was dislocated, so I asked them to turn my leg around facing the right direction. I was having trouble breathing from being crushed- I had crush syndrome. I had to be on a funky water mattress that bubbled and moved. I had air inflated boots on that punched the bottom of my feet every 5 seconds. My entire hand and wrist on the left had been shattered. 12 hours of surgery by the hand and wrist specialist.

My elbow was fractured long ways, and my left shoulder was dislocated. Screws, and 5 long ass pins through my hand and wrist for 6 months. My cast went from over my shoulder to my fingers.

All the muscles everything in my right thigh was ripped off the bone and hung in a sack above my knee with out hardly breaking the skin. They never even tried to repair it, they just kept it under tight compression. It also tore the muscles, ligaments and tendons off my right ilium.

Injured my sacral joint. L-4 and L-5 vertebrae. Cracked ribs, head trauma, nerve damage on my head left me with permanent vertigo, and tinnitus, TMJ, migraines, tension headaches, they didn't figure out I actually broke my neck until 10 years later. All they were worried about was the internal bleeding. It lasted a couple weeks, after a month in the hospital they sent me home with crutches, canes, and a walker. Not knowing if I would even be able to walk. And of course, we had no medical insurance, and the car accident wasn't anyone's fault, not even the manufacturer. In fact I wouldn't own anything but a GMC suburban or Tahoe for years. Even to this day my dream car is the GMC Tahoe Denali.

I bet I could make a great commercial for them.

You know why - My 4 babies and my husband were in that vehicle. If I had my seatbelt back on- I wouldn't be here.

My husband had a fracture in one kidney and a dislocated shoulder.

You know what my babies had?

Not a Scratch. Except Johnny had one little bruise on his forehead, we don't know if one of us elbowed him in the forehead or if the little piece of muffler flew up and got him. That was it.

So 10 years later neck surgery, which they have to redo, and through the years most of my injuries have gotten worse, regardless of what surgeries, therapies, rehabbing I've tried it all. It has been a life of chronic pain and problems, and helped to make me dependent on a very mean alcoholic narcissist. But I got to see my kids grow up. I have been with them this whole time. I wouldn't trade that for the world. So now tragedy has plagued us again, this time not just the spinal cord infection, the osteomyelitis coming back over and over trying to kill David. The brain damage, the gnarly surgeries, then the massive stroke, now he is a quadriplegic and so little of his mind left. Long term and short term memory are almost gone. On a good day he jokes and says he is 10 second Tom. ( 50 1st dates).

But he doesn't even know how bad it is. Trying to tell him just makes him angry. Now he has another osteomyelitis and might lose his foot. He is 400 miles away, we are still homeless and have no way to go see him. Or be there when he has surgery. That's why it is so important to share this, please - ask your friends, your followers, ask everyone to share this , get it to go around the world, if everyone only donated $5. Or even $1. If everyone did, it would save us all. Thank you. Bless you. Please donate and Share.....