Inspirational Stories.
My Senior Year of High School, my best friend and accountability partner was Danisha - an outgoing, athletic, loving, strong Christian girl who lived like no tomorrow. She and I did so many things together, and every morning we'd meet and talk about the time we'd spent with God the day before, or any thing the Lord had shown us, or had been doing in our lives.
We graduated, the summer came, we went on a one-week mission trip to Mississippi with our Church high school choir; it was our last year so it was special. We made wonderful memories and enjoyed every minute of it. A week and a half later, I went to Germany on another mission trip. So many amazing things happened that week, and I could not wait to share them with Danisha.
I came home and did not get to see Danisha. The following week it was time for Church Camp. I didn't go; I had to work, but Danisha did, and I was excited for her. I couldn't wait for her to come home to tell her all about Germany and for her to tell me about camp. She came home.
Monday we had a youth activity called "Monday Funday". I saw her there, hung out, then went our separate ways afterwards. When I first saw her I remember hugging her like nothing else! I was so excited to see her! So she went with 2 friends and her sister to a friend's house. I went with 3 friends back to the church to drop them off. And then went with another friend to Sonic and chill. I got home at around 9:30p.m.
I jumped in the shower. I got out, and my dad walked into my room and told me my friend TJ had just called. Wierd, he never calls unless he has girl problems... and thats usually only during the school year. Ok, I guess I'll call him back.
"Hey, Travis, did you call?"
"Yeah.. umm.. have you heard?"
"Heard what?"
"Danisha got in a car wreck, and they don't think she's gonna make it."
...silence...
"Repeat that-"
"Danisha got in a car wreck, and they don't think she's gonna make it."
"What do you mean she got in a car wreck?! I was just with her tonight. What are you talking about? I'm confused; what happened?"
"Danisha, Daniel, Melinda, and Tilatha got in a car wreck over by the Mckee's and doctors are saying she's not going to make it... they think she's going to die."
"WHAT?!!!?!?! No... no... where are they?"
"Everyone's at Scott & White [hospital]."
"Okay.. ok... thanks for telling me, bye."
"Will you be ok?"
"Sure. Bye."
"K. Bye."
I let the phone fall. What was going through my head? My best friend was going to die. Repeat those words in your mind and tell me how much they make sense... can you really undertand that? No. I could not grasp what I'd just heard. I made several phone calls, received several phone calls... God, what should I do? I called Marleah... Danisha's sister, another good friend of mine. She told me everything... how her entire right side of her body had shattered. They'd hit a tree. Her brain was swelling. They were going too fast. Brain pressure too high. She wasn't driving.
Four weeks in ICU. I spent much of that time in the hospital. I got off of work early. I sat in the ICU waiting room many hours a day. Did not see her until mid August... the accident had occurred in July. She was alive. Not the same. But when I saw her, when I saw her family, when I walked into her hospital room, I saw nothing but the presence of God. Nurses came to know Christ, many other patients heard the gospel, many other people in the lobbies experiencing their own traumas became believers, and many realized their underestimation of a God that can heal those with nearly no life.
Today, She can walk. That is something the doctors did not expect her to do. She can remember many things. She was supposed to forget. She can speak clearly. She wasn't supposed to due to the traecheotomy. She is in the process of getting her right arm to move. She will do it.
She is alive. She was supposed to die.
I'm having lunch with her on Thursday.