Zak

On October 23, 1994, my son Zak was critically injured by a classmate playing with a loaded 12 guage shotgun. This boy's father had carelessly left it by the basement door that lead out into the vineyard. On that day, Zak's angels were with him. Looking back, it is quite unbelievable.

Like so many of us stand, his left forearm was bent and resting against his waist. He was shot at a 3 foot range. He lost his forearm but the only internal organ that was hit was his spleen. And that didn't even have to be removed. After 5 units of blood and over 40 hours of surgery within the next week, his arm was rebuilt. So was our life. Ten more hours of surgery in 2003 made the broken bones a little stronger once again.

I love you, Zak. I cannot imagine life without you. I thank the heavens (and Doctor Coe). Today we all celebrate you!

Comments

[tracey in Ohio]

What a touching & shocking story. I'm sure hanging in there took a huge amount of strength! Blessings are truly amazing. Thanks for sharing.

[Sharry]

Sons are such a joy! This inspiring story reminds me to give an extra thanks for my own son's health and well being.

Blessings,
Sharry