For those of you who have no clue what I'm talking about, start with this video:
That news story, kids, is my claim to fame.
I really did just go to Tremonton to hang out with some friends
The funny part is that I said "wouldn't it be funny if I fell off?" right before the bowling ball fell down and knocked me out. I fell to the ground and my friends called 911. I have very few memories of that day and the next four days. Though, I do remember getting the helicopter door shut on my arm.
I am alive today because of the many, many prayers in my behalf and the love and concern for friends. Also, because of the incredible healing power that came from the two blessings given to me by my dad and the boy I was there to flirt with. For all of those things, I am eternally grateful.
For more details and thoughts, you can read my other bowling ball day/reflection posts here//here//here//here//here. Today, I want to focus on my gratitude. By all logic, I should not be alive. But five years later, I am completely recovered. Deep inside, I know it's because I have a purpose here on earth. I'm so grateful for my life and especially for these last five years. Sometimes, it takes a bowling ball to put things in perspective. And these days, bowling balls remind me of the incredible opportunities I've had and the amazing people I've met.
Take a moment to share this reminder with me today. Be grateful to be alive. Think of the people you have met and the things you have done in the last five years. Count the blessings and remember that you, too, are here for a reason. And finally, remember that God loves you and has a plan for you. Sometimes his plan includes knocking a little sense into you from the top of a flagpole, but hey, sometimes blessings come in mysterious ways.
In celebration of Bowling Ball day, I am postponing my dear boys post until tomorrow. But go right ahead and write your posts today so they'll be all ready to link up tomorrow if you'd like. :)