It was in July of 2013 that the accident happened. It was a silly accident. I had bought shoes which were too big for me and they had soles that were like glue on cement. I tripped over the edge of a side walk and with each step that I took to try to regain my balance I gained momentum until I hit the sidewalk using my right arm to break the fall.

I am not obese and I do not normally break bones so when I called my son to come help me I told him, “I had fallen and I couldn’t move my right arm.” A broken bone was not even a thought in my mind.

As we drove home to get my insurance card we were discussing just where I should go to have my shoulder looked at. I thought I had merely dislocated the shoulder until I pulled down the mirror in my car. I saw a jagged edge of a bone about to bust through my fragile skin.

“I think we should go to the ER.” I said.

We chose Baylor Grapevine Hospital and entered the ER. They got me in pretty quick and were amazed at how calm I was. I told them “I think the hand of God is on my shoulder because I know this should hurt but I don’t feel a thing.”

They replied that grown men had come in with fractures like mine and they were wailing and crying. I didn’t see the need to cry if it didn’t hurt. I am not a drama queen.

Pretty soon I was set up with an orthopedic surgeon and I knew he was good. I just got a sense about him and immediately trusted him. When he said I could not move my right arm for six weeks post op I cringed. Summertime is when I swim laps almost every evening in the neighborhood pool and I knew that was off limits. I also knew that whatever he said was exactly what I was going to do. He did say I could do one thing and that was that “I could type on my keyboard.”

I had taken a break from my novel but I knew if all I could do was type on my keyboard I would have to write. That is when I decided to start this blog.

Although the initial attempt for this blog was to attack the family court system within a couple of weeks it became less about me and so much more about God. Believe me, writing about God is tons more fun than writing about family court insanity.

My shoulder healed up wonderfully and God even put a lovely lady in my pathway who introduced me to a facial cream called Nerium which eliminated the scar completely.

The whole experience at Baylor Grapevine Hospital was such a positive experience and I had such a good surgeon that the only negative was the bill. I didn’t have insurance, so the bill totaled over $20,000. I had struggled to pay off the anesthetist, the surgeon and also the ER doctors last year and I knew I still had a balance with the hospital. So today when I had some free time I bit the bullet and called the hospital to get a balance on the bill.

They said I had a $0 balance, that it had been paid off by their charity fund. I was so relieved but more than that I was thankful to God for when His hand is on someone’s shoulder He has got everything covered. What a blessing it was. I want to thank Baylor Grapevine Hospital for not only a 5 star stay but also the generosity they bestowed upon me and my children in forgiving the portion of the bill which they forgave. God is good and sometimes He can work through good people. I am the grateful recipient of both.