young O.I. impatient

At age 10 I thought that I had accumulated sufficient fractures that I could sense one from happening

Not so. The condition I was born with is called osteogenesis imperfecta or also known as (brittle bones). This birth defect is categorized as a level 3 O.I. however, it has not stopped me from living without boundaries. I was about 10 years old the first time I felt a brush with death. My older sister asked me if I wanted to go for a cruise on her bike. I thought to myself ah sure OK, so I hopped on the handlebars of her bike & sat face forward. We had just about finished a roundabout when she suddenly turned the bike to quickly to the left. I flew off the handlebars and hit my head on a wooden fence that was about two feet high. I immediately collapsed and lost consciousness and entered a state of mind, that I would compare to as r.e.m. type of sleep. In this state of mind you notice small things such as a picture frame of a loved one or the face of the person who is speaking to you without the ability to clearly hear the words they speak. You go in & out of this conscious. for a short time i believed you could navigate out of this type of nightmare like a bad dream, but don't be fooled by its soothing and calming realm. I was walking in the land of the shadow of death. I could make out the words my mother was telling me "DON'T FAll ASLEEP," and people who were around me moved fast like some type of blur. But there was something alive guiding me through these doors of unconsciousness that help lead me to the E.R. At the tender age of 10 I had my first encounter with the holy spirit. I had never met (him) prior to this moment and only knew what I was told about him through Sunday school that he existed, but I never had felt his presence before. The Holy spirit saved my life that night. He helped keep me awake by directing me through that valley of the shadow of death with love, grace and the type of peace that can only come from God. While at the hospital I kept looking for him through the various doctors and nurses. However, the lights being shine into my eyes made it difficult to see him, but once I was stabilized he came to visit me in my room and brought with him a profound conviction of gratitude. I was talking to God sincerely in my hospital room about rescuing me by saying the only thing I knew to say "thank you for helping me," with tears streaming down my face. In the middle of that night I met God he was so kind and full of compassion for me that this incredible profound peace of mind that I had never felt before reign down on my body like a spring drissel when it hits pavement and the grounds aroma has a distinct scent, that is what God's presence felt like that night. He was guardian of that door which leads to the other side in eternity. Although I have type 3 osteogenesis imperfecta and hit my head hard, I did not fracture a single bone nor suffered long lasting repercussions from that frightening night. The word of God says in John 14:6 Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. Amen!