I was killed - God had other ideas, they pulled me out of the car and laid me out, As they were calling in one fatality, I started breathing. (Friend, at home some distance away, saw an image of God with his hand on my chest. Then she got the phone call) I died twice more on the way to the hospital and they threatened that I would not live the night. Satan has a restraining order against me, so couldn't go to hell and God wasn't ready to put up with me yet! Since I didn't die, they said I'd be a vegetable, don't much like those. (I was diagnosed with 21% permanent brain damage which means that I was unable to work) They even asked how my house was set up for wheelchairs, I didn't even take a walking stick home from the hospital. I've also noticed that in the intervening years since the accident (2001) that even my head injury has not affected me as much as it did early in the piece. Back then, if the house were on fire, I'd sit there and let it burn down around me because I was incapable of deciding what to do first. I AM a walking, talking MIRACLE!