Purpose (exerp) from my Book!

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My mom is a saint.  No clue how she has not one gray hair in her head.  Raising me must have caused ulcers, migraines, prayer vigils etc.,   By the time I was 5 years old I had already been ran over by a car, had massive surgery that left me in a cast for 12 months, and totaled a pick up truck with just me and my baby sister in it.  If I were her, I’d be wanting a trade in.  But she never did.  She always kept an even pace that was consistent and purposeful. 

           So you want to hear about the truck being totaled?  Of course you do.  Remember I told you my dad was an oil roughneck.  That meant he worked on oilrigs. (and still does at age 65)  Sometimes all night and all day.  We were living in Vernal, Utah at that time, when my dad had some time off.  Being the kind of man he was, time off meant “Let’s go get some work done”.  And that is what he did.  He, my mom, my baby sister (2 yrs.) and myself all went up into the mountains to do some firewood chopping.  I guess you can just go up in the woods, cut down trees, and go burn them.   

When the chainsaw started up, my wise mom put us in the cab of the pick-up all safe and sound.  Unbeknownst to her, I knocked the gear-shift into neutral. ("knocked being a key word- it may have been on purpose). She noticed the truck starting to roll.  Panicking, she grabbed the tailgate to stop us rolling.  Her heels dug into the ground and she immediately realized she was not going to stop the roll.  Can you imagine, knowing your babies are in a ‘run away” pick up truck and there is ABSOLUTELY nothing you can do about it.  She screamed at my dad and he jumped to the driver’s side door.  Of course it was locked. That’s what passionate little girls do when they are scared. ‘Heidi, open the door” he hollered as he was jogging along side the pick up as it gained speed going down this massive mountain.  “Surely it will hit a tree and stop” my mom was thinking, trying hard not to panic.  About the time I actually got the door unlocked and open, a massive tree got in the way and my dad had to slam the door shut and run around the tree.  At a full sprint now, he made one last leap and grabbed the door handle.  It slipped out of his hand and the truck ran him over.  As he finally gathered himself and looked up, the truck flew off a hundred foot mountain.

            As they both cried and ran to the side of the cliff, they saw the pick up smashed in two.  “It was like a match book folded in two” My mom described “every single window was shattered, and I knew you had been thrown from the cab.”  When my parents made it down the side of the mountain to the vehicle, they found my sister and I snuggled in the floorboard covered in broken glass, with not one scratch on our body........

You may not have a miraculous story like that to tell- but the fact that you are breathing means you are a miracle and you have a purpose.  To know more about that purpose get my book!