Guest Author - Lisa Binion

You won't want to miss the beginning of Lisa's story. It is locted here.

I had come out of my coma, much earlier than expected but still couldn't remember anything. They would put me in a padded room to nap, as they do all patients who have come out of comas. My first memory is in that room. I remember rolling around on the floor of that room, on exercise pads that were on the floor, when I heard a voice telling me to crawl over to the door. I did just that. Once I got there, the voice told me to pull myself up. That took a little bit of doing, but I managed it. Then the voice told me to open the door and walk out. And I did. I was so proud of my accomplishment.

The first nurse who saw me walking, about fell over. “Just what do you think you’re doing?“ she asked me.

I looked up at her, all the time wondering why she couldn’t figure out I was walking. I had done something great! “I’m walking.“

I don’t think they approved of me taking off walking like that. Now I realize they didn’t want me to fall and hurt myself. They strapped in a wheelchair to keep my from taking off walking by myself again. My improvements began coming faster than they could keep up with. The doctors would evaluate my situation, decide on a course of exercises, both mental and physical, and by the time they finished, I would have already surpassed their expectations.

God had a surprise in store for them with my arm. The doctors told my husband that my arm would begin healing at the shoulder, and would only heal at the rate of about 1 centimeter a day, but to everyone's amazement, God healed my arm backwards. I started moving my fingers first, then my hand, and so on. I have regained full use of my arm, though they said it wouldn't be possible.

While in my wheelchair, I would chase my physical therapist around the hospital and beg her to exercise me. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was her first patient. She left the hospital right before I did to go to her first job. She told me what a wonderful patient I had been.

I remember vividly one day before Valentine's Day, the nurse was walking down the hallway, pushing me in my wheelchair. She said, “Valentine’s Day will be fun for you. You will get to make cards and gifts for your family.“
I replied, “I’m not going to be here on Valentine’s Day.” That nurse probably thought I was crazy. I was released from the hospital the day before Valentine's Day, February 13, 1992. I walked out of the hospital, no wheelchair needed. The only scar that I have left from that terrible wreck all those years ago is the one left on my stomach from the emergency surgery.

Before the accident, I was just learning about all of the wonderful things that God does for His children. I am so thankful that I had at least begun to learn about Him. Not for one moment while I was in the hospital did I ever think that there was a possibility of spending the rest of my life in a wheelchair, because I knew without a shadow of a doubt that God was and still is my healer.

Lisa Binion is the editor of Fiction Writing and of Natural Living @ BellaOnline.com.