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I was able to have an absolutely amazing experience just three days ago. I was overwhelmed with excitement as I walked out of my last class into the sunshiney Friday of Spring Break, completely unknown to the what the day would bring me. Braedon had the afternoon off of work and surprised me with a pair of rollerblades so that we could go enjoy the free time together in our favorite park (the first date he took me on was four months ago yesterday, and we went rollerblading)! With shorts on, sandwiches down, and sunshine beaming it was time to hit the trail. I quickly became nervous as I realized I wasn't quite as skilled as stopping as I'd like to be, we had a blast practicing though. He was quite good at catching me the lots of times I couldn't stop... We eventually crossed a river and got to the top of trail. The beauty took my breath away.
Things took a turn for the interesting on the way back down; Last hill, last turn, last of the trail. I was going too fast, and lost control. The next few minutes remain blury. I definitely remember thinking, "okay, I'm going to crash, but a few scrapes are going to be too bad." I hit my head and everything went numb, and next thing I knew, Braedon was next to me. Immediately I realized I could still move everything fine, and peace swept over me. I remember trying hard to stay awake. I remember Braedon calling an ambulance and his voice staying constant to keep me aware.
Not long after I crashed a police officer who we had passed on the way up the trail came back down to us. He asked what had happened, took information, and gave us some important advice. Soon after that an ambulance arrived and EMTs were there. They looked me over and assured me I needed to go to the hospital. I was being stubborn and sure I was just fine until I sat up and realized Braedon had blood all over his hand. I apologized, shocked, and he was extremely kind and tender.
Eventually we made it to the hospital where Braedon continued to take charge and make sure I was being taken care of. I was cleaned up and needed four staples in my head. Apart from the head injury and two scrapes from the sidewalk, my body is completely fine. My spirit, however, is so much more than fine.
It's interesting how you can learn more about a person in an hour through ceratin circumstances than weeks can allow. Making arrangments to have a fun time, food for a picnic, going slow to help me learn, paying more attention to me than himself, being right there when I needed, calling 911 right away, keeping me awake, driving us to the hospital, asking the nurse to be careful when cleaning my head, paying attention to all of the doctor's directions, making dinner, calling Kenna to spend the night with me, and checking my head every 15 minutes or so are only some of the countless things Braedon did to show his care and love for me on Friday. In an emergency situation he was ready to do the right things and be the right person.
I cannot explain my grattitude to my parents for their concern and friends for their love, for the Spirit that gives us guidance and direction in the scariest of times, for all of the people who took care of me this weekend and for Braedon's dedication and devotion to my well-being and hapiness.
We were able to spend some time for the next two days after the accident to recoop a bit and enjoy each other before splitting up for Spring Break. This last week had been amazing to begin with, but a scary little mishap has brought us close in a way I never knew possible. It's unfathomable that the gospel can bless us to an extent that turns accidents into blessings. And this weekend I think we learned that if we are being the people we're meant to be, we'll never have to just "smile and bear it." Attitude changes pain, pain changes love, and love changes life.
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