Had I known this was going to erupt into a political / christian topic I wouldnt have started it. But since it has transformed into a discussion, I will by all means share my opinion being I started this.
On the morning of April 8th, 2006 I was involved in a life changing event. You see the news where people are assaulted and beaten and hospitalized and never think it could happen to you. Well that morning it did happen to me. I was punched in the face, and according to witnesses once I hit the ground the attacker continued his assault by kicking my head against the wall. I was lucky I lived, the left upper and lower jaw were broken, the left cheek bone shattered, and the left eye orbit also had its share of fractures. I went into surgery that night around 8 PM, and came out of surgery around 1 AM. For 2 months, I had to be on a liquid diet. No sodas, if they were they had to be clear, like sprite or sierra mist. No tea, nothing with color. I had to keep wire cutters in my pocket at all times, in case I got sick to my stomach I was to cut the wires holding my jaws together so I wouldnt choke to death if I threw up. Shortly after the assault, like with in 20 minutes, I had a free floating feeling. Like everything was cool, nothing could hurt me any more. I felt no pain at all. NONE. Call it nerve damage all you want, I know there was someone in that room with me that day besides me, the witness and the attacker. Only that person wasnt visible. I cant describe the feelings, and no I wasnt on any pain meds at the time. I wasnt given any pain meds untill more than 4 hours after being admitted to the hospital. I didnt need them. Ive been high on pain medicines, but this wasnt a medicated high, this was the real mccoy. I consider myself having 2 birthdays, the original in 1964 and then a 2nd chance in life in 2006. Ive learned to live life a little fuller, give more and expect less. I didnt have to live that day, I could just as easily been a statistic than a survivor. That incident taught me about forgiving. A year later when the case went to court, thi guy was looking at 5-8 years in prison. He had a job, a wife and a son. Granted he should have known better than to do what he did, but something changed me that day he assaulted me and I had a second look at life. I allowed the District Attorney to reduce the charges in a plea bargain. Instead of Felony Assault inflicting serious injuries, he was found guilty of misdemeanor assault inflicting serious injury. No prison time, he has 5 years of probation, attended mental health and anger management counseling. He has even changed. Had he went to prison, he would have lost his job, his house and everything his family had worked for. Some people you cant change, some you can. I believe in Jesus, no doubt in my mind there were angels in that room when I was assaulted. As for the Santa thing, a figure of imagination but not a lie. I think back on my childhood in my santa years, and remember that the spirit of Christmas was more about giving than receiving. This year, I got 2 gifts. 2. Not complaining a bit. I gave more than that, and the looks on the peoples faces who got them was worth alot more than the gifts cost. You guys and ladies can buy my story or call me a liar, but I was there that day, I felt it. I believe. Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas.
great post and i hope you enjoy yourself
