The doctor said my angels must have been watching over me. I think he's right to a degree, but I hate to give the credit to angels. God allowed this to happen, and His hand was securing my safety through it.
Going back to how Part I began -- with me driving past the site of the accident, remembering it all, wondering what might have been -- a song came on the radio just as I was driving past. It's a song I've heard a lot of times before because, well, it plays on the radio, and I listen to the radio. But when it came on this time, it had a whole new meaning for me. God truly has been with me all this time.
And that's the end of this story.
And (dare I say it) the beginning of the rest of my life!
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