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They have always been there for me, from the birthday parties to the sleepless sleepovers, from the third grade teepee creations that were thrown together at midnight to the drying of tears and the reassuring that everything will be just fine, from the encouraging words of wisdom to the cheerleading coming from the sidelines. These things and so much more is what makes my parents who they are - my heroes.
Heroes come in many shapes and forms. Mine just happen to be a will-powered Mother and a strong, faith-driven Father. These two individuals have done more in one lifetime than I could ever imagine doing and doing so well. They are truly my inspiration and have an amazing influence on me.
My Dad is a minister, and both he and my Mother are strong in their faith. I am your typical “Preacher’s kid,” and being brought up in a Christian house, I was taught to believe in God. If you were to ask me if I was your “typical” Christian six years ago, I would have said yes, but if I were asked that today, I believe I would have to change my answer.
In September of 2003, my parents were in a horrible car accident. While on their way to a Ministers’ Retreat, my Dad lost control and hydroplaned across two lanes of traffic and went head on into a median of trees. My Dad’s side of the car was severely damaged. The windows were shattered, and the doors were mangled. On the other hand, my Mom’s side of the car did not have a scratch on it. As a result to the accident, my Dad received a concussion, some scrapes and bruises, and he lost the ability to taste and smell. My Mom was much, much worse. She was in a coma for two weeks, and non responsive for three. She had traumatic brain injury, lost her ability to verbally communicate, and had to have a trachea put in so she could breathe and a feeding tube to eat.
Like I said before, I am a Christian and have been for most of my life. But when this happened, I lost faith. I did not totally just stop being a Christian; I was just confused about some things. It was like I was eight again. I did not stop believing in Santa Clause even though I was told he did not exist, or even when I saw my parents sneak in the living room and put the presents under the tree Christmas Eve. In my mind and heart I did not want to stop believing in God and hoping that he would get us through this. My Dad and others repeatedly told me and reassured me that God was going to work through my Mother. But I doubted. Throughout this whole six years, my Dad was like a lighthouse guiding me through the sea of life.
It was a few years later that I started to realize what exactly God had done and is still doing for me and my family. The doctors gave my Mom a thirty-three percent chance that if she did live, she would never be normal. For example, she would have to walk with a cane and need help to perform everyday life activities. She was given another thirty-three percent chance that if she lived she would be in a wheel chair, never to walk again and need medical attention for the rest of her life. And again, she was given another thirty-three percent chance that if she did live, she would be in a nursing home for the rest of her life, bed-ridden and in need of twenty-four hour medical care. That left one percent for God.
Today, she is doing practically everything on her own. She still cannot exactly verbally communicate, but trust me, she gets the point across. We play a lot of charades. My Dad is also doing much better. From time to time, he comments on how something tastes like cardboard. He still cannot taste or smell completely.
Throughout this whole ordeal, I have learned that you always have to keep your faith and trust in God. No matter what he takes you through, He will always bring you out of it. And one day, my Mom will be able to give evidence of what God has done for her.
I have always looked up to my parents for inspiration and influential guidance, but now, I look at them a totally different way. My parents have managed to stay strong and will-powered. They have their tough times, but they always overcome it. They know what they believe, and they stand firm in it. It is because of them who makes me who I cam today. I watch them overcome such a huge obstacle, and for that, they are truly my heroes.
"…who I cam today." is supposed to be "…who I am today."