The accident was just the beginning. Then came the battle with evil and Satan.
June 28, 2013
Location: Center Point, a suburb of Birmingham, Alabama.
Date: August 31st.
Problem: Dead battery
I needed to pick up my eight year old son from his first day in the third grade at Erwin Elementary School.
I walked a mile carrying my petite two year old daughter. I grew weary. Even her eighteen pounds seemed heavy. I stopped to rest, and I sat her on top of yellow fire hydrant.
We talked for a few minutes while I tied the laces on her little red tennis shoes.
Then, we continued walking directly across the street , over a shallow ditch, and climbed to a higher level of ground. There we waited for the school’s three o’clock bell to ring . Shortly, Dei Dei said, ” I see Sta Sta. That was the last thing I remembered before waking up in an ambulance while enroute to the hospital.
I turned to my right. Stan was stretched out on a gurney and lying on his back. His head had been wrapped with a white tee-shirt which was now red from three gaping open wounds producing heavy bleeding. The blood saturated pants legs had been cut up the front exposing his abrasions. His eyes were shut . He wasn’t crying. Neither was Dei Dei. I did not see her. I had no idea what had happened. I thought that both of my babies must be dead. It was my responsibility to protect my children. Had I led them into the street? Uncontrollable screams escaped from deep within my throat.
Stan very weakly said, ” Mom, I am okay .”
A stranger, who had come to our aid, said to me, ” Your baby is going to be all right , too. Look, she is sitting in my lap in the front seat.”
Consciousness left me, again.
I have no recollection of the events of the accident, so anything else that I write about it is eye-witness accounts.
Ascending the hill, not knowing what was on the other side of the ridge, a seventeen year old boy attempted to pass a car on the narrow road. The accident occurred when he saw the oncoming car as it approached the top of the hill. He veered the speeding car to the right, hitting the bumper of the car in front of him. His lavender, 1957 Chevrolet crossed the ditch, went up the embankment , and hit all three of us.
I had grabbed Dei Dei’s arm (my thumb made a bruise) and picked her up.
The car struck my left leg and her right leg and knocked us into the ditch. I fell on a rock. Mrs. Jolly ( the stranger ) held my head in her lap and removed a rock , splattering her apron with blood.
My neighbor called Gerald’s office at Southern Living Magazine. He said, ” Stan has been hit by a car, and it looks real bad.”
My husband, ran to his friend, Caleb, and threw his car keys against the wall in his office. “I need your help,” he cried.
They reached East End Hospital just as the ambulance arrived. They saw emergency medical technicians rush Stan into the emergency room. Gerald noticed that my head was bleeding and that my legs were wrapped with white pads.
Mrs. Jolly (now, known as our ministering angel) was holding a gauze tourniquet on Dei’s right leg. She said, ” I was told to hold this tightly and not move.”
Gerald panicked. “Not my whole family!” he cried.
Although I was unaware of my visual surroundings during the darkness of my concussion, I heard the medical staff discussing our case. “The pointed metal frame surrounding the headlight shattered the baby’s right thigh bursting it to the bone. She is suffering the blunt force trauma of the impact . We will closely monitor the situation because of her obvious serious wounds. ” The little boy has a very serious head injury. He will have a lengthy stay with us. ”
I heard a very compassionate voice . ” Faye, my name is Dr. Nickell. I am a plastic surgeon. I will be taking care of your children.” Suddenly, hysteria engulfed me.
Dr. Nickell operated on Dei Dei first because it was important to close the wide and deep wound as soon as possible to prevent infection. He used a technique to bring the wound together neatly and evenly, preserve the function of the tissue and torn muscle, promote rapid healing, and restore cosmetic appearance of the jagged edges of skin. Her leg was wrapped in a heavy dressing that she dragged behind her as she crawled. She had trouble pulling up with it, and she could not bear her weight on it. Walking was impossible for months.
Stan had gone under the center of the car. The driver put the car in reverse and turned Stan for a backward roll.
He suffered substantial upper external left ear loss due to a sharp laceration . There were three acute penetrations in his head. His forehead, just above his left eye, was severely slashed. To minimize risk of rejection by his immune system, skin was grafted from Stan’s hip to repair the piercing.
He endured a series of six painstaking, complex otoplasties. For reconstruction , Dr. William Nickell used Stan’s own tissue from the back of his head and his creative artistic ability to form a natural proportioned, contoured appearance.
I experience a minor circulation issue because I wasn’t getting any exercise.
My toes felt like there was a hair wrapped between them.
My knee locked and became stiff due to a misalignment of the muscles in my leg and was accompanied by extreme pain.
The rehabilitation process took six months of intense work with a physical therapist before I walked without assistance , again.
During my three weeks in the hospital, I underwent some neuropsychological evaluation because my starch-white bedsheets appeared to be a fuzzy light blue.
A kaleidoscope of beautiful colorful flowers were coming out of the wall.
Results of the assessment were that I had occipital lobe damage which is damage to the visual perception portion of my brain.
Permanent physical scars remain, but emotional scars have healed for all of us.
This is what happened next. You may find it unbelievable after the last paragraph.
While still in the hospital, my sleep was interrupted by chanting. There were three hooded, cloaked, dark figures standing beside my bed. I instantly knew that the tall one in the middle was Satan. On each side of him was a demon. Satan repeatedly said to me, ” Come go with me.”
I knew that I was hurt. I also knew that I wasn’t dying. I was not afraid. Loudly , I answered, “No, go away!” The nurse came in, turned on the light, and my visitors disappeared. I stress that I was not dreaming.
I was not taking medications. It was NOT a hallucination! THIS WAS REAL. I knew that Satan wasn’t asking me to die and live with him, but to serve him on earth.
In 1977, we moved to Waxahachie , Texas. I saw one of those emissaries as I walked down the hall of our house. He was silent, and he just seemed to walk through the walls. I wondered what his mission had been. I think it takes awareness of spiritual discernment to detect them.
In 1979, while visiting my parents in Birmingham, a demon appeared at the foot of my bed where he stood and looked at me for what seemed to be forever. This time, I was terrified by the aspect of Satan working against me. I said, ” Go away, in the name of Jesus Christ, go away.” He suddenly vanished.
May 24, 2013, thirty-four years later, in Waxahachie: I woke up in the middle of the night to an evil atmosphere. A dark horizontal shadow of a ghoul suspended above me as if he intended to drift into my body. I sternly said, ” Oh, no, you don’t! Abolish your action, you are not bewitching my soul. Jesus is my Savior.”
For years, I heard stories about others seeing heavenly angels. I wondered why I would see malignant spirits.
As my belief matures, I realize that I have always had a deep
As my belief matures, I realize that I have always had a deep Christian faith, but I had been totally ignorant of evil spirits. Because of this experience, I know that my life is against the spiritual forces of evil, and that I have to wear the full armor of God, be alert, stand my ground, and pray always.
I thank God for giving my children and me an opportunity to take another walk–with Jesus–not only with our feet, but as a result of our faith.