The dream that wasn't...

When I first "woke up" I was completely convinced I was in dream. I mean who had heard of a lift that conveyed you overhead like cargo, and giving meds in a stomach tube? Surely that was science fiction material. I decided to do a little research. Come to find out, the nurses, my mother-in- law and sister-in-law, Forrest, and others said very seriously "no, this was not a dream.". Finally, I decided that even if nearly losing my life was a dream, doing my therapy was the only way I knew to get back to Forrest and the kids and therapy I would do. I know some people think that my choice to give God credit for saving my life is easy. After all, what else can a hemiplegic do? One reason that I would like to recover is to testify that I am a changed person. God saw fit to save me and why wouldn't I give him the credit? I want my lifeto always reflect the glory of God!