Good day to one and all. You have today stumbled across a piece of my thoughts. Before I start going into the details, I feel obliged to tell you who I am, what makes me different from most of the people in this world and why it is important for me, and maybe also for you, that I blog my experiences.
So let me get straight to the point. I am Amos, 23, a mechanical engineer by qualification and a Christian by faith. Now all this doesn't set me apart in any way. Like most young people in India, I have a degree in engineering, I have a faith and well, I have a name. Nothing odd you may say. What sets me apart from others isn't what I am or even what I was, it's what happened to me. On March 15th 2013, I met with an accident that I can surely say has left a lasting impression on my life.
To just give a summary of what happened to me that day, well it was after my days work, I was on my motorbike, when the incident happened. After a series of unfortunate events, I found myself stuck under the front wheel of an off limit truck, dragged for a few feet likewise as the heavy vehicle skidded to a halt. The damage was severe, but I was conscious.
A few bystanders carried me to an autorickshaw, called an ambulance and informed me friends and family ( they used my mobile, and asked me who to contact ). I was conscious yes, but dying. Half way to the hospital, an ambulance had reached us and I was transferred. From then on I was conscious, but I remember things only vaguely, most of the things that happened in the next couple of days I only know through what the people who were there told me.
So this is what I heard, I was operated upon by a group of doctors who were all specialist in various fields. They were all at standby in order to operate on another older person, as the family was informed about my case, they agreed to postpone their operation and allowed me to be operated on instead. Well the operation was said to go on for nearly nine hours, with more that half a dozen specialist, and at the end of it they couldn't say for sure that I would be alive.
My recovery was slow and filled with many sine wave like phases. Filled with many ups and downs that left the people outside, my close circle of family and friends, holding their breaths. Each time a doctor came out they would be introduced to either a good news, that I was stable, or bad news like, lung failure, liver failure and all that stuff. Then one day they got the worst news. Doctors said, " Even if Amos does survive this ordeal, he will not be able to walk again ". It brought a tear to everyone's eye, even my sister who was going strong till then.
After 22 intense days in the ICU, and the doctors who treated me calling me a ' miracle ', I was transferred to the ward, life intact, but only half of it, as below my waist I had no sensations or control. Unlike what most people expect, I was the happiest person that day. The ordeal that I had gone through, the seclusion I had to face in the ICU made me relieved that I was once again alive for good, that I was once again back with my family, that once again we could pray together. Oh what joy it was, and the joy still remains in me nine months hence, but for a different reason.
I am still suffering from paraplegia ( I wouldn't call myself a paraplegic, as I see this as a temporary disease, rather than a life long condition ). Still unable to walk, except for with calliper's and elbow crutches, but my faith has been strengthened. I believe that what I am going through is a small price for the greater rewards that I will have. God has spoken to me through his Word that He will definitely heal me and I will walk normally again. So I put all my worries aside and thought of what I could do for Him in the time I am confined in this way. And this blog was my answer.
Till the day Gods power is exhibited through my healing this blog will be to the naked eye, a way for a person to to express his emotions and experiences. But when the day comes, this will be a testimony to His power, and a reason for hope to many who come across.
My journey with Jesus - from a miracle on wheels to getting back on my feet..
So let me get straight to the point. I am Amos, 23, a mechanical engineer by qualification and a Christian by faith. Now all this doesn't set me apart in any way. Like most young people in India, I have a degree in engineering, I have a faith and well, I have a name. Nothing odd you may say. What sets me apart from others isn't what I am or even what I was, it's what happened to me. On March 15th 2013, I met with an accident that I can surely say has left a lasting impression on my life.
To just give a summary of what happened to me that day, well it was after my days work, I was on my motorbike, when the incident happened. After a series of unfortunate events, I found myself stuck under the front wheel of an off limit truck, dragged for a few feet likewise as the heavy vehicle skidded to a halt. The damage was severe, but I was conscious.
A few bystanders carried me to an autorickshaw, called an ambulance and informed me friends and family ( they used my mobile, and asked me who to contact ). I was conscious yes, but dying. Half way to the hospital, an ambulance had reached us and I was transferred. From then on I was conscious, but I remember things only vaguely, most of the things that happened in the next couple of days I only know through what the people who were there told me.
So this is what I heard, I was operated upon by a group of doctors who were all specialist in various fields. They were all at standby in order to operate on another older person, as the family was informed about my case, they agreed to postpone their operation and allowed me to be operated on instead. Well the operation was said to go on for nearly nine hours, with more that half a dozen specialist, and at the end of it they couldn't say for sure that I would be alive.
My recovery was slow and filled with many sine wave like phases. Filled with many ups and downs that left the people outside, my close circle of family and friends, holding their breaths. Each time a doctor came out they would be introduced to either a good news, that I was stable, or bad news like, lung failure, liver failure and all that stuff. Then one day they got the worst news. Doctors said, " Even if Amos does survive this ordeal, he will not be able to walk again ". It brought a tear to everyone's eye, even my sister who was going strong till then.
After 22 intense days in the ICU, and the doctors who treated me calling me a ' miracle ', I was transferred to the ward, life intact, but only half of it, as below my waist I had no sensations or control. Unlike what most people expect, I was the happiest person that day. The ordeal that I had gone through, the seclusion I had to face in the ICU made me relieved that I was once again alive for good, that I was once again back with my family, that once again we could pray together. Oh what joy it was, and the joy still remains in me nine months hence, but for a different reason.
I am still suffering from paraplegia ( I wouldn't call myself a paraplegic, as I see this as a temporary disease, rather than a life long condition ). Still unable to walk, except for with calliper's and elbow crutches, but my faith has been strengthened. I believe that what I am going through is a small price for the greater rewards that I will have. God has spoken to me through his Word that He will definitely heal me and I will walk normally again. So I put all my worries aside and thought of what I could do for Him in the time I am confined in this way. And this blog was my answer.
Till the day Gods power is exhibited through my healing this blog will be to the naked eye, a way for a person to to express his emotions and experiences. But when the day comes, this will be a testimony to His power, and a reason for hope to many who come across.
My journey with Jesus - from a miracle on wheels to getting back on my feet..
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