Near Death or Near Life?

Date: July 22, 2012

My brother Jake and I work at a Boy Scout camp over the summers. We caught a ride to camp with Jake's best friend, Andrew, and another councilor, Hunter. Andrew was driving. Well we were about a half a mile away from camp, on a dirt road, when we hit a really bad pot hole a little fast, turned into a skid, and then flipped the car… twice. All four of us were conscious the whole time the car was rolling, we all had our seat belts on. I was sitting behind the driver and, although the right side of the car flipped first, our side got hit the worst. When the car finally came to a rest, the four of us jumped out of the car, called the camp for help, and then assessed each other. Somehow Jake and Andrew came out with only sprained necks, shoulders, and a couple scrapes. Hunter got glass in his head, had to have staples and stitches, but was otherwise ok. I hooked my head on the luggage hook, took some hair out but not a lot, and a piece of glass cut my right ring finger and I had to have five stitches to close it. When the camp director and the medics got to us, they immediately put Hunter and me on back boards. As soon as the three ambulances got to us, Jake and Andrew were both put on back boards too. Andrew went into major shock, being the driver that was to be expected.

The accident happened at about 7:15pm and we got to Madison Memorial at 10:30pm. When we got there, Jake and I had to wait, strapped to the boards, while the other two, who were considered in worse condition, got ex-rayed to make sure their backs and necks were not broken, which neither were. I was third to be ex-rayed, and I was finally let off the board, with no cracks, breaks or anything. They then ex-rayed Jake and he was fine too. All four of us were released from the hospital at about 3am Monday morning, with nothing worse than some scrapes, cuts, and bruises. Before any of us left, the doctor on duty basically told each of us about four times that we should have died in that crash or at least broken something, but none of us did. If that isn’t proof that there is some form of God out there then I don’t know what is. 

I only post this here to show that, things happen for a reason. There is a reason none of us died that day, and I'm sure as hell going to find out why. What is my greater purpose in this world? What am I supposed to do to make it a better place?