Having a motorcyle drive into you is never a fun experience but I’m grateful for the experience and the surge of love I felt recalled to feel for certain people and the care I received from others.

Also being able to see our family’s faith tested and see it was strong the night of– all of us leaving it up to God and our prayers and still thinking, “All is good! God is good. All the time.”

Also thankful, because it helped me understand who cared to know whether I was alive or dead (not being literal) and who didn’t.
People who knew and didn’t, I’m not upset – it’s just a matter of fact. And it’s a really good thing to know.