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Fruits of the Spirit Episode 8 Released

Today is a wonderful day!

Actually, every day is a wonderful day. But, today is a special wonderful day because Episode 8 of my Fruits of the Spirit has released on Amazon. That makes be very, very happy. I’m having so much fun writing this Amish “soap opera”. I wish it could be in real time, like I wanted, but that’s not feasible. Sorry. But I’m glad you all are enjoying all of the antics of my Gibbons Road Amish Community. Hold onto your bonnets because Episode 9 (preorder will be up soon) is going to be unbelievable –the new bishop gets nominated and selected and I GUARANTEE you that you will not see this one coming.

It took an extra long time to publish, I’m afraid, and for that I am sorry. You see, on June 8th, I was in a really, really bad car accident. I had a head on collision with a pick-up truck. That’s why I’ve been so quiet on my blog.

The day started like any other. I had a business meeting and, on the way, a little turtle was crossing the road. And, if you know me, you KNOW I love animals. I especially love turtles because of my Native American ancestry (dating way back to William Penn…in fact, there’s a status of great x a lot grandfather Tamenand who helped broker the William Penn deal in Philadelphia!)—turtles are their totem animal and their version of Noah’s ark had the tribe surviving the flood on the back of a turtle.

Anyway, I stopped to save the turtle. This is important to the story. I promise.

On the way back from the meeting, I was sooooooo sleepy. Cut to the accident (i.e. sparing you the almost-accidents that happened along the drive–yes, it was that bad). I passed out. Literally. And I woke up in a cow pasture in barb wire. Literally.

I didn’t even know I hit a truck. I did a quick assessment. Is the car going to explode? No. Okay, good. Anything broken? No. Okay, good. Can I get out? Not on the driver door. Maybe the passenger door. I moved airbags and unclicked my belt. Next thing I know, I’m sitting on a grassy hill, one of my neighbors is shielding me from the sun with a broken umbrella and someone is handing me a Gatorade. I have ZERO idea how I got there…crawled I bet.

I spent 4-5 days in the hospital. They did every test imaginable. Not one thing was wrong with me. I found out I hit the other driver when my ambulance passed his truck. “What happened to that guy?” I asked.

“You hit him?”

“No!”

“Yes, ma’am.” (northern Floridians are polite like that)

“I did? Is he okay?”

“Yes, ma’am. His truck rolled like three or four times. It’s totaled. But he just had a scratch or two.”

“Oh, thank you Jesus!”

I almost cried. I stopped to help a turtle across the road earlier that day at–get this!–the EXACT SPOT where the accident happened. EXACT. SPOT. I hit this guy going 45-50 mph (in a 60 mph zone so I was NOT speeding). A HEAD ON COLLISION. Neither one of us had serious injuries (although he “found” one later so he can sue me but that’s another story and it’s okay…he needs a new truck…insurance will handle it). Both our vehicles…totaled. Can you believe it?

God has plans for me. God is not done with me.

But here’s the thing. I’m okay if he needs me. It would stink for everyone left behind. I’ve been caring for over 70 animals by myself for sooooooo long on our sanctuary. My husband commutes from New Jersey to our ranch. My daughter is working in Mississippi since January. I’m all alone here most of the time. And it’s okay. I’m doing God’s work taking care of these rescue animals. It’s what He wants me to do. And just like I saved that turtle, He saved me (and that poor man who I slammed into).

He. Saved. Me.

Think about that. Every day is a new beginning. Every day is a rebirth. Every day is the best day of my life. And it should be for you, too.

Anyway, that’s why I’ve been quiet. I’ve been recuperating and working really hard at the ranch. And writing. But I’m back. And happier than ever. I hope you are, too.

 

Hugs,

Sarah

 

P.S. What caused the accident? No one could figure it out. Not my doctors. Not the hospital. Not neuroscientists or cardiologists. Not the pharmacists. But I did. My doctors had me on two medicines that, when taken together, are toxic. They cause SEDATION. I’d been passing out for a while and had even gone to my doctors who prescribed the medicine asking why. They didn’t pick up on it. Nice…

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