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Dallas's Story

smithc43 — Tue, 21 Jul 2020 19:07:52 +0000

Dallas's Story smithc43 Tue, 07/21/2020 - 14:07 RSS:

Hi, my name is Dallas. On December 5th, 2018 my life completely changed when I was in a car accident. The wreck was the single most impactful event in my life. My whole life was turned upside down. I totaled 2 cars in one night. It’s believed that I endured a brain injury from the 1st wreck, but it was the 2nd wreck that changed everything. It was at 2:30 in the morning. I woke up and decided to drive without my glasses, wearing only shorts and sandals. It was snowing that night. After veering off the road, I was ejected through the windshield and the car landed on top of my body. The fatality team investigated my wreck because it was assumed that I wouldn't make it. The EMT team rushed me to Vanderbilt so they could determine the extent of my injuries.

My family learned of what happened around 8 am. I was alone, fatally injured with no family. I didn’t realize that my new family, Vanderbilt, had me in their hands. Take in mind, I don’t remember that night, or the almost 6 weeks I was in the hospital. This is the story told by my family and friends. While my new Vanderbilt family was taking care of me, my family and friends were alerted of my wreck. That day so many people showed up for me, they had to spread them across multiple floors. I still have trouble to this day accepting that so many people showed up for me. I can’t imagine what was going through their minds. I can’t imagine being told my fiancé, my son, a friend, a loved one was going to die. The doctors were unsure if I would ever make it.

The wreck caused so many injuries that it would be pages alone of listing them. I’ll name the biggest ones. I broke my neck, right elbow, right wrist, right collar bone, left knee, left hip. Today, my left knee and hip, right wrist and right collar bone are all metal joints. My left lower limb was completely shattered all the way down to my heel. My family was faced with the decision of whether to keep my left foot and have multiple surgeries over years or amputate. My family made the extremely intense decision to amputate. I understand, it’s a decision I would have made. On top of all the broken bones, I had a TBI, diffuse axonal injury. Basically, shaking baby syndrome. The doctors told my family that there was a 1/10 chance that I would wake up.

They were worried that I would be upset. Little do they know that I would be happy to just be alive. Now that it has been 1.5 years since this happened, I keep going forward. I never stop adapting. Prior to my wreck, this was something that I prided myself in, but it has now been brought to another level.

Every day is a new challenge. Whether it be getting used to my prosthetic or getting emotional and taking it out on my loved ones. I wake up again and I adapt and start over. I never lose my momentum. I had to relearn almost everything. How to use the bathroom, how to shower, how to drive, how to talk, how to feel, how to swim, how to mow, how to sit at my desk. The list could go on for days, but hopefully you get the point. I literally had to learn ways to manage and live my life again. I am still learning today.

Current day I couldn’t be happier with who I am and what I’ve gone through. I would have never made it without the love and support from all my families and friends. But most importantly, this would not be possible without the Trauma Unit at Vanderbilt. We are still in contact with the employees of the Trauma Unit. Last Christmas, I took blankets and gift bags to everyone in the quiet rooms. I wanted them to have hope for their loved one, and for them to know that they are in the best hands.

People always tell me I have a positive attitude about everything. This confuses me because I am just trying to continue to adapt. My message to you is to keep going no matter what. There is nothing that you can’t accomplish with the right attitude. You are in the best place to heal you. Because of Vanderbilt, I am where I am today. You’ve got this, keep going forward.

Hi, my name is Dallas. On December 5th 2018 my life completely changed when I was in a car accident. The wreck was the single most impactful event in my life. My whole life was turned upside down. I totaled 2 cars in one night. It’s believed that I endured a brain injury from the 1st wreck, but it was the 2nd wreck that changed everything. It was at 2:30 in the morning. I woke up and decided to drive without my glasses, wearing only shorts and sandals. It was snowing that night. After veering off the road, I was ejected through the windshield and the car landed on top of my body. The fatality team investigated my wreck because it was assumed that I wouldn't make it. The EMT team rushed me to Vanderbilt so they could determine the extent of my injuries.

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Rachel's Recovery

smithc43 — Sun, 23 Feb 2020 07:35:46 +0000

Rachel's Recovery smithc43 Sun, 02/23/2020 - 01:35 RSS:

My accident happened May 13, 2018, which also happened to be Mother’s Day. While riding a scooter in downtown Nashville, my friend and I were hit by a car. I suffered a traumatic brain injury and I aspirated, which caused multiple lung issues. My friend and I were in Nashville to watch another friend ref a soccer game, so I fortunately went to Vanderbilt University Medical Center (VUMC), and they provided excellent medical care for me. Unfortunately, because I was placed in an “induced coma” and I had a TBI, I do not remember anything regarding my medical care at VUMC. My family told me the physicians and nursing staff on the Trauma and Intensive Care Units were very caring, answered many questions about my medical condition and were upfront regarding my situation and long-term outcome. I also developed a deep vein thrombosis in my leg, and they had to put a filter in my Inferior Vena Cava in case part of it broke off. I was and still am, just haven’t gone back to work yet, a physical therapist at The University of Tennessee Medical Center, so I have a different perspective on therapy and I definitely saw a different side of things. After I was discharged from Vanderbilt, I went to Select Medical Center, a Long Term Acute Care (LTAC) facility in Knoxville, TN. I went there because I was not yet ready for inpatient rehab and it was more convenient for my parents. There, I started opening my eyes and talking and even took my first steps with my physical therapist. My parents brought my dog Henley to see me and I remember that, but not much else. I had great support from my coworkers and my friends while I was at Select. After two weeks at Select, I went to Shepherds Center in Atlanta for therapy. They too were absolutely great. For the first two weeks, I don’t really remember much. However, the day I took my first shower, washed my hair for the first time and had my plugged trach removed, a light flipped. All of a sudden, I was more like myself again. In therapy, I was extremely challenged. With speech I worked on cognitive skills, getting off thickened liquids, and improving my memory. Because my swallowing improved, I started on a regular diet. During occupational therapy, I mainly worked on strengthening the right side of my body, specifically my arm and leg. They are getting a lot better, but still have some ways to go. With physical therapy, at first I worked on walking and stamina, then I got to a point where we mostly just worked on strength and balance. When I graduated from Shepherds, they let me pick a song for my graduation. I picked “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough”, because it’s very pertinent to this situation and it was the song my soccer team used for a motto during my junior year in high school.

I went to Pathways, in Atlanta for outpatient therapy after Shepherds. I was there for 6 weeks Monday-Friday, for 5 1/2 hours a day. I was challenged there as well, and everyone was great. While there I worked on speech, occupational therapy, and physical therapy. I also had recreational therapy and pet therapy. In recreational therapy, I went rock climbing and on a hike. In PT, I worked on my fitness and went swimming. For OT, I did a lot of cooking and also started a computer program for driving. I even did some work on a driving simulator. With all these disciplines, the idea was to get me closer to the way I was before the accident. My goals at that point were to be completely independent, drive, and go back to work. They helped me get closer to those goals, and while I haven’t met them yet, I feel them getting closer every day.

After Atlanta, I came back home to Oak Ridge, which is near Knoxville. I am doing all three therapies as outpatient two – three times a week. I am also taking driving lessons and I have gone back to my gym to do workouts to help my strength. My mom and dad keep me busy with chores around the house and I enjoy visiting with friends. Approximately 3 and ½ months after my accident, I had appointments at Vanderbilt with Trauma and Respiratory. I got to see where I stayed and thank some of the people who gave me excellent medical care. They were great, and couldn’t believe how far I’ve come. I am not back to driving by myself or work yet, but hopefully I will be soon. Remember there are good alternatives to things you used to do and enjoy, but can’t do right now. It’s important to find those things, because your happiness is very crucial. I continue to make progress every day and the best advice I could give people in similar situations is to have a good attitude, don’t give up on your goals, set your bar as close to your normal as you can, and do the things the therapists give you to work on at home. I got a job description from my supervisor, gave it to my therapists, and we are working more specifically towards that goal. Now, I am independent with all self-care and I even mow our lawn, with parental supervision. I still have some improvements to make to reach my goals, but I am very proud and lucky I’ve come this far.

Rachel's Mom, Marianne

Rachel was a 27 year old young lady and a Physical Therapist at the University of Tennessee Medical Center, in Knoxville, TN. On May 13, 2018 (Mother’s Day) her life and the lives of her family and friends were turned upside down. Mother’s Day started off with my husband Steve and I attending church services and then having brunch with Rachel in Knoxville. Later that day, Rachel headed to Nashville with her friend to watch a soccer game. While in downtown Nashville, she and her friend each rented an electric scooter to ride to the game and elsewhere. On the way to the soccer game, they both were hit by a car and the person driving the car left the scene of the accident. The accident occurred around 5:30 p.m. cdt. Because Vanderbilt University Medical Center (VUMC) did not know who to contact regarding Rachel’s next of kin, Marianne was not contacted until 1:30 a.m. cdt. Marianne does not recall the exact details of what she was told when she answered the call, but recalls that she started shaking when told the severity of Rachel’s condition. She was home alone, as Steve had left on business travel to North Carolina on Mother’s Day afternoon. Her initial attempt to contact Steve was not successful, so she wondered around the bedroom trying to determine what she should do and praying frequently to God to please help Rachel recover and our family get through this terrible situation. Marianne knew that she needed to prepare quickly to travel to Nashville and to coordinate with family members to take care of multiple things at our home. She finally was successful contacting Steve around 2:30 a.m. cdt to tell him about Rachel’s accident. He was devastated and very concerned about Marianne traveling to Nashville by herself. He also wished he could be there with her when she arrived at the VUMC. He tried to prepare her for the situation she would find herself and told her that when she was able to see Rachel in the Trauma Unit it would be an extremely difficult thing for her to see. Steve quickly packed and began driving home from North Carolina. Marianne arrived at VUMC around 7:00 a.m. cdt but was not able to see Rachel until around 8:30 a.m. cdt. She is not sure how or why she was able to keep her emotions under control but thinks she did it for Rachel. Even though Rachel was in a coma, she felt like it would be better for her to see that her mother was giving her support and strength during this extremely emotional and difficult time.

While waiting to see Rachel in the Trauma Unit, a VUMC physician told Marianne something no parent ever wants to hear about their loved ones, especially their own children. She was told that there was a good possibility that Rachel may not survive this tragic accident. Rachel received multiple fractures to the head/skull and was diagnosed with a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). She had also aspirated into her lungs, which were partially collapsed. The physicians and nurses would administer multiple medications; multiple treatments using different machines; and multiple tests to see how her body would respond. The fact that Rachel was a 27 year old young lady and very active physically were two significant factors in her favor supporting her recovery. Steve grew up around the medical profession with his father being an Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat physician and his brother being a Pediatrician. Although that was helpful, nothing could prepare him for the experience of having one of your children in a life or death situation. Once Marianne finally saw Rachel for the first time, it was very difficult. She had multiple scrapes and bruises and her body was swollen. Seeing her on a ventilator was also like a nightmare. Again, less than 24-hrs ago, Rachel’s life and our family members’ lives were doing pretty good and now things had been turned upside down. Our brains are operating like a pin-ball machine trying to determine what next steps should be taken in our personal lives in the next few minutes, hours, days, and weeks, knowing that Rachel’s medical situation would, to a significant degree, dictate what those would be. The best thing that we could continually do is to pray to God for the best possible outcome for Rachel and pray that God would help the VUMC medical staff provide her with the best possible care. We also prayed for all of the other families that we met while in the Trauma Unit waiting room as they were experiencing very similar situations with their loved ones. Steve arrived in Nashville around 12:30 p.m. cdt with Rachel’s brother Michael arriving a short-time later. Having family members together and having the ability to talk to family members and friends in person and on the phone was excellent therapy for Steve and Marianne and provided us with additional strength to deal with this ordeal.

A couple of days after Rachel’s accident, the doctors told us to expect that because of the severity of Rachel’s injuries, IF she survived that she would not be the same. Unfortunately, because of the complexities of the brain and how it works to repair itself and other parts of the body and the fact that every individual’s situation is unique, the medical staff could not provide specific details on what to expect other than it would likely be 1-2 years before we would know the full extent of the impact of the injuries to her body. Within 48 hours, primarily due to social media, many of Rachel’s co-workers, friends and extended family had learned about her accident. The prayers, support and encouraging words offered for Rachel and our family were overwhelming and very much appreciated. Rachel’s brother’s girlfriend Brittney also arrived at VUMC to offer her support. Over the next several days, Rachel’s family and friends began to visit us at VUMC to provide moral support. The gifts they brought to us and for the VUMC medical staff were very thoughtful. Fortunately, Rachel’s friend’s injuries were less severe and she was released from VUMC and allowed to return home on May 16, 2018 so that she could continue her recovery process. The changes in Rachel’s condition started to swing in her favor. Ten days after the accident, Rachel opened her eyes and it seemed like every day after that, there was something new occurring. It was like she was going through being born again. All the little baby steps that occur with infants, she was experiencing once again. We have been truly blessed that Rachel continues to recover from her injuries after five months of in-patient and out-patient therapies at multiple facilities. We are grateful with the progress she has made and it is due to her hard work and due to the excellent care she has received from multiple physicians, nurses, and therapists.

Rachel and her parents with Dr. Guillamondegui (VUMC Trauma ICU Medical Director) and Candice Smith (VUMC TBI Center)

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Marlie's Miracle

smithc43 — Sun, 23 Feb 2020 07:26:40 +0000

Marlie's Miracle smithc43 Sun, 02/23/2020 - 01:26 RSS:

Prior to the moment that instantly matured my nature, I had one semester left of my Associates Degree and was working with my father at Flavor Catering as event staff at weddings and concerts, helped keep the food truck service running, and was a cook. I also had plans to visit my close friend Alena in Germany for Oktoberfest for my birthday for about a month. On the other end of life’s little spectrum, I rapidly pushed operations to keep on truckin’. Music is a massive, magnificent part of my life, therefore, I continuously attended concerts and music festivals. I also couldn’t miss out on a gathering or the operation was simply not running smoothly. On July 27th, my close friends Erica, Savannah, Chase, Jacob, Eric, and boyfriend of three years, Dylan, all went to see a live performance of an electronic artist at the Cowan. We all had a fantastic night enjoying this show together! After dropping everyone off, Erica and I arrived safely at my house. Then, my brother Perry, Erica, and I decided to pick Chase up from Savannah and Jacob’s home. Shortly after Perry, Erica, Chase and I departed their house, our lives were changed forever. Behind beaming headlights coming straight towards us, at about 100 mph, was a man who during the early morning hours of July 28th, was signifcantly more intoxicated than the legal limit. Perry was the only one conscious during and directly after this collision.

He called 911 and my mother, believing that I was dead. He was in a position in which he was immobile with broken bones and could not get to any of us to check on who was alive. After deciding between which of the four of us which needed the most immediate medical attention, I was briskly life flighted away to Vanderbilt University Medical Hospital. Next thing I can recall was my 20th birthday over a month later. My family and friends had brought my dog Shnicklefritz so I snuggled with him while pondering whether or not I was experiencing reality. “Where am I?”, “What happened?”, “Why in sam heck are all of these people so happy to see me?”. These sort of questions lingered throughout my mind. I thought everyday was a dream and that when I got home from the hospital, it would just pop! There was also a lot of innate intuition that was much more powerful than I had ever previously experienced. For example, around the time of about early September through to about November I had many experiences in which I knew what was going to happen next, had had knowledge of what a person was about to verbalize, and even motions that someone would physically prior to them doing so. My senses have also heightened exponentially since this incident. I can hear a pin drop from another room. I can smell who is coming into the house even when being so far away. I can sense someone’s energy as well. If someone is upset or thoughts are heavy on their mind, I can see through their exterior facade to commune with them on a more spiritual level. This is capability continues on to the present.

After being in the hospital from July 27th to September 11th, I was released with constant supervision. I went to cognitive and physical therapy for the remaining 2018. This next couple months was a healing process. It was a period of time that I truly felt trapped. I had no independence at all at this point. Looking back, it was extremely reasonable to have to be constantly supervised during this time period. Although from my perspective at the time, I was a girl in a bubble. That bubble finally got popped when I got the opportunity to go with my grandparents to Denmark and Sweden for two weeks. I had an uncountable amount of moments of goosebumps and tears from pure beauty while there. After that incredible experience as well as visiting my family in Cleveland, Ohio for Christmas and attending the infamous Bassnectar 360° for New Years, I am finishing my Associates Degree and working again. Continuing life is a wonderful feeling. I think it is important to squeeze every drop out life without wasting a single moment. Anything can happen at any moment and its important to keep that in mind. There is a level of spirituality that I have reached and previously did not even know existed. I give all thanks to surviving this incident to the ones in my life that gave constant love. Being surrounded with support by fantastic family and friends as well as the touch of God is the reason I am typing this right now.

Marlie's Mom's Story

While I was sleeping peacefully a young man was slinging back beer after beer, you see the bar was giving free long-necks from 7-11 that Friday July 27, 2018. While I was dreaming this man who had made multiple drunk driving decisions in his past and had no drivers license decided to put the keys in his ignition and change multiple lives forever. You see he was driving at nearly 100 miles per hour two lanes over the Center and directly into our only two Children and two of their dear friends. My Son called frantically saying, “Mom I think I broke my leg and I cannot feel my other leg!!” I told him he was having a nightmare, as I knew they had been home safely. That’s when he cried out, “No Mom!! It’s real, we’ve been in a BAD WRECK AND I DON’T THINK MARLIE IS BREATHING!!” We then lost connection! I have an app on my phone, “Life 360” I tracked where the kids were and my Husband and I drove fast and without a word said, hands shaking uncontrollably at the wheel. We found that our Son Perry was being cut from the car with “the jaws of life” and that our Marlie was the worst of the four and was being Life-flighted to Vanderbilt University Medical Center. When we arrived there the incredible staff sat us down and explained that Marlie was fighting for her life, that she had suffered a “Traumatic Brain Injury”. I was not familiar with that terminology, but I was about to find out all about it. It’s something you can not put into words on paper. The flooding of emotions we felt is something that you just cannot explain to others. I was in a fog. Relatives, Friends from past and present from Ohio & Minnesota we’re suddenly there with us. Our Minister Rev Don Sensing from Greenbrier United Methodist Church was there on a daily basis. Prayers, Love and Food from “Flavor Catering” (where both Marlie and my Husband Marshall work) were being showered on us from all directions!

However, Marlie was still in a Coma. Our friends at Vanderbilt Trauma were simply amazing to us. I knew the kids were having the very best care on Earth. The days dragged on and on. If I got any sleep at all it was ruined when I would awaken to the feeling of heartbreak. My mind would snap on with the knowledge that my Son was in horrible pain with a shattered Femur and broken hip and pelvis, plus he was the only one who had remained conscious so he was very shaken emotionally. My Marlie was laying still like “Sleeping Beauty” with her brain so swollen that her eyes were actually bulging, a Broken neck, broken Facial bones, nose , collapsed lung and a broken Femur bone that could not be operated on because of the brain pressure. Why, why we kept asking ourselves along with the parents of Erica (who was the driver of the kid’s car) and Chase. The Family of the Drunk Driver had already gone through the pain of a funeral and had buried the man who inflicted all of this pain on everyone. Why, why??? There were no answers.

After Eleven days in a Coma things did not look promising. Our Marlie was not responding to any commands and it was explained to us that Marlie would probably have to be put in a long-term care Center because of brain damage. This center is called “Shepherds” and is located in Atlanta. Our precious, lively Joy was never to be the same. As I cried out to my Husband, “Marshall I think we’ve lost our Marlie!” The Security guard, Cheree looked at me and with a stern demand told me to come with her! She pointed in my face and told me, “YOU CAN NOT GIVE UP! YOU ARE MARLIE’S MOTHER!! YOU NEED TO FALL TO YOUR KNEES AND PRAY TO GOD!!!! THIS IS THE 11th HOUR, IF YOU GIVE UP NOW SHE WILL GIVE UP NOW TOO!!!!” I fell to my knees in tears and prayed to my Lord Jesus to help us. I prayed harder than I ever had in my 52 years. We were told that at around midnight the Doctors were to preform a tracheotomy on Marlie to put respiratory tubes directly in her neck rather than through her mouth and nose as they had been. At 11:30 pm we received a call from the Doctor, “Mrs. Ford something very unusual has happened to Marlie...she has worked the tubing all the way out of her lungs and out of her mouth!” I was terrified, “Is she alive???” The Doctor replied, “Mrs’s Ford Marlie is breathing on her own and trying to talk!” It was the birth of our Miracle Marlie.

Since then each day is a bit better. It’s a long process but time is helping. Eating Good foods, drinking lots of water and tons of sleep each day is helping to heal her brain. The folks at the TBI Clinic at Vanderbilt seem to be happy with her progress. At almost 6 months out I can finally breathe a little bit, if that makes sense? One thing I am now and always will be is MADD! A Mother Against Drunk Driving. We all give Thanks to God that our Children’s lives were spared and pray that they continue to heal and will make the very most of every drop of life!

Marlie with Mr. Don and a Trauma ICU nurse

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Stacie's Story

smithc43 — Sun, 23 Feb 2020 07:20:31 +0000

Stacie's Story smithc43 Sun, 02/23/2020 - 01:20 RSS:

Hello! My name is Stacie Spray, and I am 22 years old. On December 6th, 2017 my life drastically changed. I was going to work on my third 12-hour night shift as a Graduate Nurse. I remember that I was listening to my radio so happy about life when all of a sudden, I was hit by a grain truck (a semi) head on. But this whole wreck is what I call a big God moment. The area that I had the wreck is always a dead cell service area, but by the grace of God, multiple phone calls came through to the 9-1-1 dispatcher. My car engine, the semi, and the road were on fire. Both of our vehicles were leaking oil, so in all honesty I should have blown up.... BUT GOD. A person that was driving behind my accident was the first on the scene, and he said he was lucky that he even saw my car for all of the smoke. When he got to my car, it was so damaged that he had to break my window. The only thing that he had with him was an axe and bottles of water. He poured the water on top of the engines fire. And the axe he used to bust my window. How many people would just happen to have an axe in his truck? God was right there with me the whole time. The next person on site was a volunteer firefighter. And what a blessing he was. He was on a different road, but when he saw the glow from the fire, he went to the scene. He gave me oxygen, and helped me to get out of my car when the EMT Paramedics arrived. They had to put me in the back of the ambulance before I could be med-flighted because where I wrecked had a lot of trees and the helicopter could not get to me. When the volunteer firefighter was with me, he put his head in my hair praying to let me make it, and he dropped to his knees after helping to put me in the back of the helicopter saying that with all the injuries that I had sustained that he didn’t think I would make it. I had my femur and ankle bone popping out of my skin, shattered pelvis, broke 4 or more ribs, shattered liver, and on top of that I had several strokes (PE). I was sedated with the most powerful medicine they could give me for many weeks, a tracheostomy, and a ventilator that was breathing for me for about a week. While I was still sedated, I was singing “I saw the light” which is a Christian song. What are the chances that I would sing that song of all the songs I could’ve chosen.

The first thing I remember in the trauma unit was a sweet nurse that turned on a Christmas movie for me. She also washed and lotion my hands. Even though she probably thought what she was doing wasn’t much, but it meant the world to me! After such a traumatic wreck, she made me feel at peace. At bed fourteen of the hospital, I could not make out exactly where I was. At first, I didn’t even remember my boyfriend or my 2 kids. I knew my mother and my sister, and I can remember that I was so glad they came to see me.

Stacie's Story Continued

Eventually, I was on the road to recovery, I found out why I was in the hospital, I remembered my family. My family was there as soon as they found out what had happened. My mom was told by an EMT that when he had left me, I was still alive but that is all he could tell her. They were in such shock. My family said that the hardest part, initially, was not knowing my status. They could not tell the family anything (over the phone), even if I was still alive or not. But God hands were reaching out to my family when they needed comfort the most. People were visiting with my family giving them cross necklaces, beverages, snacks, etc. My family also really liked that when I was in the hospital, the doctors would have meetings and my parents were able to be a part of my care plan. I could not ask for better care at Vanderbilt.

After a month at the hospital, I was released to Vanderbilt Stallworth Rehab. I had to do speech, physical, and occupational therapy. I could not talk because of the strokes. I remember my sister giving me a pen and paper in hopes that I would be able to at least write what I needed since I couldn’t talk. But that was not the case. I cried through my frustrations. Now, it is almost been a year since my wreck. I had to have another surgery, a halo (external fixator) on my ankle, 9 months non-weight bearing. From my sister being told that I could probably be a vegetable forever to now walking has been physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausting. I will not sugar coat that. There have been many times that I have asked God “Why God? I’m a good person. Why did this happen to me?” I have cried, I have wanted to give up. I questioned how I will pay my bills. BUT GOD...He will always see us through. I know sometimes it feels like He leaves us in all the turmoil, but He will never leave nor forsake you. God knows it’s difficult for you. But you must also know that God would never put you in a situation that you can’t handle. May God listen to all of your prayers and bless everyone who is reading this.

Stacie with Vanderbilt EMS Group

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