7 years ago, there was a horrible accident in which my husband accidentally shot me through my right knee with a 30/30 lever action rifle. Again…it was a horrible accident. Not intentional at all. After the gun went off, my husband ran over, tied a tourniquet as tight as he could on my upper thigh, called 911 and prayed. We both prayed. Even though I was screaming in unbelievable and unbearable pain. Not only were the orthopedic trauma surgeons able to save my life…they somehow saved my leg as well. I had massive bone loss, 5 plates and 30 screws, fake bone, eventual bone grafts, severed nerves and a dropped foot, etc. I was on crutches for an entire year and then had to learn all over how to walk again. My knee now only bends about 30 degrees on a good day. There are many things that I cannot do that I could before. This happened when I was 32, a young vibrant woman with tons of life and energy! I spent only three weeks in the hospital…the doctors predicted I would be there for months. But I was determined. And I was full of love and forgiveness in spite of everything. I had forgiven my husband the moment it happened. I didn’t want him to beat himself up. Nothing could change the past. I only had control over how I handled my future. There was a peacefulness and calmness that came over me those weeks I lay in the hospital. I knew that I was going to be okay. I knew that I was being given a second chance at life. I knew that God was with me all the way no matter what. And this was something I hadn’t believed in years.