On a rainy morning in January, who knew that a drive to the city in our blue car, neatly dressed with our warm jackets, over our caftans, would earn us scars?

Bored and silent, as the driver sped perilously on the highway, not knowing what to expect, when we arrived at the house, until he attempted to dodge an unexpected pot-hole, but he could not dodge a bolt from the blue…
I felt a jerk and was thrown into unconsciousness. I awoke alongside dad on muddy ground, in the gruesomely long bushes at the side of the road, confused as I obliged myself to come to terms with whatever had happened. Just then agony travelled through my limbs and I began to bawl. We departed promptly. We found the rest of our ejected members and witnessed the passers-by, ignore that solemn scene.

A benevolent middle-aged couple assisted us kindly. Those few minutes, as we waited for the arrival of the ambulance, to me, was the longest, most excruciating moments of my life, as I tried to repress my ferocious pain. My back ached most terribly, my head hurt most severely, my left arm bled most horribly and my right ankle felt awful. I felt wretched, awestruck and stupefied. I thought I was going to be stunned again.

Finally, the amiable paramedics arrived! They handled me with kid gloves as they lifted me onto the stretcher and cautiously carried me to the vacant vehicle, where they examined me and handed me an oxygen mask, while they enquired all sorts of important information. As we abandoned the scene, my agony vanquished me and I was ready to throw in the towel. I just wanted to disappear.

I walked with a limp as I let the hospital, knowing I had a mild concussion. My wounds were cleaned and my injured body parts bandaged. I looked like an Arabian prince, wearing a ‘turban’. My arm was held in a sling, and yet I was euphoric and at ease. I was in seventh heaven.

There is no support like family support. They are always there for you. My family is a circle of strength. Every crisis faced together made the circle stronger.
Every experience God gave us, was the perfect preparation for a future only He can see.
Life is full of obstacles. But, no matter what the challenge, faith will get us through it. Sometimes good things fall apart so that better things can fall together.

From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story, a story that says, “I survived”.