A Day That Would End Tearing at Your Heart

Even now, nineteen years after my son's injury, I feel my praying for a miracle was answered. Dan's faith in believing has been astounding. The insight of his spiritual belief, I realize, was based from his youth. Dan was a happy child. He sets goals early on; his bravery has been so inspiring, for he had many crosses to bear when his life was changed dramatically. Instead of his family assuring him, it was him who assured us that God had a purpose. He transformed what he believed by proving his confidence in doing and by a living faith. It easily could have been farewell to farming, but he proved to himself and to others he could fulfill his long-time dream of farming. He looked to the bright side with "I can" instead of "I can't," by staying true to his vision and keeping focus on tomorrow and moving toward larger visions. I, myself, had to learn all over to what one would say, letting go. There was not an hour in twenty-four I didn't worry. By mere osmosis, I absorb the craft of letting Dan have an open road just as I did in his young youth. He proved paralysis is a choice and that what ifs are a waste of time.

A mother of three children, grandmother of four, and a Midwest Indiana farm wife, started writing in 2001 after attending a World War II field artillery battalion reunion. Found writing is like a rebirth of a changing portrait providing new tools for exploring new territory of learning. Just one of the many natural steps one can take by expressing ones' thought or one can say "gift of expression" by discovering the secret to the writing bliss of focusing on putting thoughts in writing.