Written by Kat
When Caleb and I wanted to start this blog it was just going to be a hobby to fill in the time. Then life happened and it fell by the wayside. We didn’t truly have a purpose for writing. There was no goal in mind and no real story to share, just a vague idea of topics to write about. That is, until February 7th, 2017.
That morning I woke up for class just like always. I got ready a little earlier than usual and headed to the Donut Shop for a treat. I left my phone in the car and went in to choose my morning snack. When I got to my car I had a missed call from Caleb. This wasn’t unusual, I was expecting him to call me before he went to work. Not thinking anything was out of the ordinary, I called him back. An unfamiliar voice answered the phone (his dad) and asked me if I wanted to talk to Caleb. Then his mom asked me the same. Finally Caleb was on the phone and what he said made my blood run cold.
“Babe I got in an accident. I can’t feel my legs.”
Complete and total fear.
I just didn’t understand. Those words were never supposed to come out of his mouth. It was supposed to be:
“Good morning beautiful.”
I can still pinpoint the exact spot that I pulled over on the side of the road to hear those awful words. To feel my world turn upside down and right-side-out.
“You’ve got about ten minutes to get here before they fly him to Dallas.”
I was thirty minutes away.
I was in full panic mode and terrified I wouldn’t get to see him before they took him in the helicopter. Maybe if I could just see him it wouldn’t be as bad as it sounded. Everyone was just overreacting. This doesn’t happen to twenty-year-olds with an entire life to live still.
Except it does.
It was dark. Caleb was driving home on a dirt road. He didn’t see the sharp right turn. He didn’t know what was ahead of him.
He overcorrected when he realized he was in danger. He flew right past the end of the road. No one found him until at least six hours later.
He later told me that he was conscious for part of the time that he lay, broken in half, upside down, on the roof of his car. He could just barely get his door open enough to stick his hand out and wave frantically when a car passed by.
The injury was to his spinal cord at the level of T10 and T11. His spine broke and the vertebrae crushed his spinal cord. The doctors said it wasn’t severed, but there was so much damage to it that it may as well have been. To simplify it, Caleb can’t feel or move anything below his belly button. He is a paraplegic.
What we want to share with you is our journey through this trial. Our triumphs, successes, failures, love, and laughter, tears, and everything in between. So, join us in navigating the new challenges that are presented to us daily. In finding our new selves in light of this tragedy. In learning new ways to do the things that we love together.