This is me. I am a sinner saved by grace. With an adorable family (of course I’m biased) and three cuddly pets (two that bark and one that meows and drinks from the sink (don’t ask why, we just love her dispite her annoying habits)). I live in a small town where I work as a part time librarian at the local school.
Has life always been so sweet? OF COURSE NOT. My husband Shawn and I have been down a bumpy road. We were married at ages 19 and 20. Had our first child when I was 21 and hit rock bottom financially and relationally by the time I was 22.
When it seemed things couldn’t get worse, we were evicted from our rent-a-trailer and resided with my mother. Our “home” consisted of a full sized matress on a cement floor. Shawn worked as a computer technician for a business about 30 minutes away. One day, I came back from coaching volleyball practice, feeling very tired as I was 4 months pregnant with our second child, I walked in only to discover that Shawn had not arrived home from work. This was very odd. I attempted to contact him via cell phone… no answer. I called the office he was scheduled to work for that day and was informed that he never showed up for work. Feeling uneasy about this, I called a friend who took me to try and find him. After driving the roads that he might have taken, we decided to check the hospital before returning home just to cover all the bases.
It was late so no one was in the lobby, so I picked up the lobby phone and inquired as to whether or not Shawn had been in the ER that day. The receptionist’s response, “Please hold”… after what seemed like forever a man’s voice came on the other end, “May I help you?” I told him who I was looking for and he replied, “Oh yes, he’s right here!” No information was given to me to prepare me for what came next…
“Hello?”
“HI! What happened?”
“I guess I was in a car accident… who is this?”
“It’s Donna!”
Silence.
“Do you remember me?”
A quivery voice came from the other end of the line, “I’m so sorry… I don’t”
to be continued…
