"On June 11, 2011 I was struck from behind on my bicycle by a drunk driver. I can remember the pain as if it were yesterday. I couldn't breathe, I coudln't walk and all I could see was red. Once at the hospital I was told I had broken a few vertebrae amongst other injuries. What struck me the most was that the doctor kept repeating "it's a miracle you didn't die, but an even greater one you weren't paralyzed. Someone must really love you!" At the time I didn't think God loved me at all. I couldnt bend my knees to walk so I had to use a walker for several weeks. I couldn'd bathe myself without help. I woke up for months in sweats. Everything "normal" about me had been taken away. How could God possibly love me, to allow me to suffer every day? Then He brought me you..