Every Story Is a Miracle

One day, while going to a new job, my car goes off the road and I hit a tree. My heart stops, I am told 5 times...I end up with a partial quad. Parts of arms and legs have lost 60 percent feeling and use. 3 years later, one foot has to be amputated and six months later, the other is gone. While in a physical rehabilitation center, part of me is asking "e;Why Me?"e; I have always been a hard worker. Very often volunteered EMS as a volunteer Medical Response Tech. Responding at all hours as a volunteer. Never got paid. I did this for my town, Ansonia CT, for 5.5 years. "e;Why Me?"e; ... Without much success from the doctors after so many visits, I made a comment, "e;This seems to be giving all of us a hard time. I will fix it."e; "e;How?"e; asks the doctor. "e;Easy. I will commit suicide,"e; I replied. "e;How? You are in a hospital. You are confined to a wheelchair, we can say who and if you can have visitors."e; "e;I will just not eat or drink anything except for my required pills. Nothing new. Just the ones that my body is used to."e; For about four days I eat nothing and the doctors see that I am serious...