After the accident, there were moments when
I was convinced I would never be happy again,
that, in an instant, the life I'd built and longed for had been destroyed.
I'd been lost, and in pain, trying hard to balance hope for the future with a dismal present.
Confused and depressed, I had often despaired, but my faith and
my family nudged me forward when nothing else could.
I hoped again for what I'd always dreamed of-- a happy marriage,
a home full of children, and a life of faith and joy.
That's what I had always wanted.
And that's exactly what I had.
(Taken from my memoir, Heaven is Here pg. 296)