back to normal, kind of

Well, my facial wounds have almost completely healed. I returned to normal life this past Tuesday. To say the least, it is tough. Even though my face is getting back to normal, my right hand is still in a cast and half my right shoulder is still missing. For someone that is right handed it makes everything difficult. Day to day I am relearning how to do things and it is such a struggle. Although I crashed and hurt myself, I am very fortunate and blessed not to have it worse. There are so many other things that could have been broken or damaged. I am so blessed that all I had were some stitches, road rash, and a broken thumb. I would never consider myself an extremely religious (although I strongly believe in God) person, but what else could explain how lucky I was in that wreck? I have began to learn that there comes a point were you cannot control things and someone/something else begins controlling them. Take, for example, my wreck. I am flying. unconscious, through the air. I have absolutely no control over my body, but some how something manipulates my body to fall in a certain way. This way allowed my collar bone to go unscathed, allowed my ENTIRE lower body to go unscathed, (my shorts have no holes in them) and allowed my whole left side of my body to go unharmed. Think about Lance Armstrong recovering from one of the worst forms of cancer. Someone took control of his cancer and that is how he recovered from it. It is impossible that a human could have taken control. Some people will look to science, or luck to explain things like this, (that is fine with me if they feel that way, It is not my place to tell someone they are wrong or right) but I believe it is God that allowed me to fall the way I did. I can envision Gods hands around me as I fly through the air, creating a shield around my body.
I try not to be controversial, and I try to see where people are coming from, but what else could have made me fall the way I fell? I believe it was God. I also believe that nothing happens without a reason for it happening (even when I wasn't the most religious person I believed that everything happened for a reason.) I believe the purpose of this wreck was not to get me to quite riding my bike, or quite racing my bike. The purpose of this wreck was to bring me closer to God. Like I said earlier on, I was not the most religious person before the wreck, and I'm still not the MOST religious person. But this experience definitely brought me closer to God. Before the wreck I would have never come out and be the religious type in public. But after thinking about it, I need to make people aware that I believe in God and I believe the reason why I was not more harmed in this wreck was because of God.
Some people will think o man, Jon's the religious type and now he's going to be telling people they are going to hell, and they are wrong for doing stuff, but that is not the case. I am going to be the same person. I will still make some wrong decisions and I am not going to be perfect. But hopefully I will react slightly differently to my mistakes. What I am saying is I am still the same Jon as before, just slightly different.
Sincerely,
The Crow