The drive from Texas to Florida, without God's hand, would not have happened. My choices showed me it was not just about me but about my mom and dad too.

My mother instinctively knew her son was spiraling out of control. The automobile crash brought him to the brink of death. God showed him heaven and then sent him back to give this testament. God watches over us, giving us free will to choose. This is about my choices and the miracles from God.

The 240Z flipped three times crushing down on my visibly dead body. I was pinned between the console and roof. The crash results: three skull fractures, an induced stroke, partial paralysis on my left side, and permanent deafness in my left ear. After a mastoidectomy surgery in Paris, Texas, things did not improve. Talking and walking were difficult, and each day of my recovery had my mother getting more distraught. With each troubled conversation, she sensed my frustrations.

Mom was stressed with me and at home. She did the only thing she could do. She called me in an uncharacteristic panic telling I had to come home. My normally stoic father was worried about her, so I had to make a choice: stay or go to Florida.

God gives us choices all our lives. I had been making the wrong choices, but it was time for God to intervene. My first good choice was to give up almost all I had in Texas and go home to be with my mother and father. I am human, so there was doubt when it seemed hopeless. Pushing doubt aside and trusting God, this trip was filled with miracles others would consider luck or coincidences.

--Robert Coombs

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