My Brother's car accident..

I grew up in a house with my Mother, Father, Brother, and Sister; but I was most closest at this time with my Brother Lee. I was quite a few years younger than him, but we always had such a strong bond. He would make me laugh every minute I was with him, and he would make me cry when he would get into trouble. We were best-friends in a way, and I could talk to him about anything...I guess because he understood me more than other people. I remember going to Church with him and my family, and we would have such a good time. When your young, things seem to be a lot easier. You don't really have to worry about finances and you don't know what the future holds...because you are caught up in the moment of being a child; where everything is great. I would play outside all day and just do the things I enjoyed doing, without really worrying about other agendas. Well, things started to go a little down-hill for my brother and my family at one point. My brother stopped going to Church, started hanging around a lot of evil people with bad intentions, which ended up getting him into trouble with the law....as well as him starting to do drugs. He did not only start doing one drug-it lead to more- and alcohol. I started seeing my brother come home looking different, and acting weird. I would try to talk to him, and he would lie to me about what he was doing. My parent's would "Ground" him, so he couldn't leave the house ( For his own protection. ) because they did not want him hanging around with these people. My brother's real father was an alcoholic, and would abuse my mother, and that is why she left him and moved where we are today. She ended up meeting my Father, a smart, loving guy; who she fell in love with. Well my dad wasn't to fond of my brother, maybe because of the fact that my brother wasn't his real child...but he cared for him and treated him as family. My Father and Brother never really got along that well, mainly because of all the stress and problems my brother was bringing around our family. Lee started getting out of control. He was sneaking out his window at night, to hang out with this crowd, and he just went from bad to worse. We soon found out exactly what he was doing, and it wasn't something anyone wanted to hear. He had been physically abused by a neighbor, and started heavily drinking, smoking, and doing about every drug you can imagine; mixing them together...and even tried to kill himself a few times. One night while I was sleeping, my brother was out driving to a friends house, while intoxicated and on many drugs...very impaired to be driving...or even walking. I was woken up in the middle of the night to hear a story that made my heart sink. "Jessica, Lee just got in a really bad car accident!! They don't know if he's going to make it...!?" ....When I heard this, I jumped out of bed and jumped in the car with my family, and was on the way to the hospital. As we were driving, we passed the accident scene, as this thing that seemed to resemble a car....was being towed. There was no car...and then I saw my brother in a stretcher being put into the ambulance. He didn't look alive. I found out that he had driven his car, underneath a semi-truck. His head had smashed into and through the windshield, putting shards of glass into his whole face and eyes. He had broken many bones, and was in critical condition. I was crying and praying to God the whole way to the hospital, that he would survive this, so I could see him once one. I wasn't ready for my brother to leave. I love him so much, and it hard to see a loved one hurt so badly, and thinking that you didn't even get to say good-bye. I tried my best to Believe in God's power, and that He would send his angels and help my brother through this time. I jumped out of the car, before we even parked, and ran to find my brother. I spotted him laying in a hospital bed-he had just been taken in, and was covered in blood. I saw the glass in his swollen eye's...his eye-brows were gone...some of his teeth were missing..and he couldn't speak. I hugged and kissed him on his face. I prayed at his bedside and told him I loved him and that God's Angels were around him. I took his hand, and held it as I cried. I saw this person, who I had so much love for...so hurt and helpless...and it broke my heart to see him like this. As I was still standing above him, devastated- a doctor ran up to us and told us he was being taken into the Emergency room for surgery, and that he wasn't doing well, and the chances of him surviving this, wasn't good. I heard the doctor, but I kept my hope in God, and prayed the whole time in the waiting room. I was up for the whole night...and guess what? He lived. God had heard me, and gave my brother another chance. I think of this story, even though it is not easy to talk about, and it makes me cry-out of happiness....of how things turned out for the better, when things seemed like they couldn't be fixed. My brother is a living testimonial to this world, and I felt I should share this story with you all. He is in prison right now, for another mistake; but after being healed from His Hep.C, he has decided to get back into the life of God. Never loose your Hope, even when you think all is lost...you might find something you never expected.

" Heal me O Lord, and I shall be healed; save me, and I shall be saved, for You are my praise. " ( Jeremiah 17:14 ).


God Bless you all, and my Brother Lee.