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Dana Liesegang and
Natasha Stoynoff
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Bibliographic Detail
Publisher
Hay House Inc
Publication date
November 10, 2015
Pages
237
Binding
Hardcover
Book category
Adult Non-Fiction
ISBN-13
9781401946340
ISBN-10
1401946348
Dimensions
1 by 6.50 by 10 in.
Weight
1.20 lbs.
Original list price
$26.99
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    When I opened my eyes, I couldnât move. I couldnât talk. I couldnât breathe on my own . . . I stared at the cracked paint on the ceiling and thought, How did I get here? What happened?
    I didnât remember a thing.
    I didnât know that the night before . . . Iâd plummeted 75 feet off a cliff to the sand and rocks below. When my parents first saw me in the hospital with tubes stuck all over my swollen body and oxygen being pumped into my throat and lungs, they didnât recognize me.
    In those first 18 hours I had been heavily sedated, drugged and unconscious. But in my mind, Iâd been lost in a fuzzy, limbo space between reality and imagination. I remember hearing nurses moving around the room clattering objects and talking about me, saying things like, âThose are strangulation marks on her neck . . .â
    I had broken my neck and critically injured my spinal cord, had lacerations to my liver and spleen, and suffered severe traumatic brain injury. âSheâll be lucky to live through the night,â one specialist told my mother. âIf she does survive, sheâll mostly likely be paralyzed from the neck down and never breathe on her own and could possibly be brain damaged. Sheâll be a vegetable.â
   My mother gave the doctors her own prognosisâthe correct one, according to her: âI was told by a higher source that sheâs going to be fine. . . . You donât know the spirit inside that little girl,â she told the doctors. âI do. That girl can do the impossible. . . .â
Mom had it from a higher source that I was going to be fine, and the more I thought about it, the more I believed her. I knew that higher source was me. I wanted to walk and swim and climb and fly free on my bike again.
    I will not spend the rest of my life in this prison.
    The doctors didnât have faith in much recovery for me, and the Navy wanted to sweep my âaccidentâ under the rug and pretend what really happened didnât. But as Mom had tried to tell everybodyâmyself includedâthey had no idea whom they were dealing with.
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    I didnât remember a thing.
    I didnât know that the night before . . . Iâd plummeted 75 feet off a cliff to the sand and rocks below. When my parents first saw me in the hospital with tubes stuck all over my swollen body and oxygen being pumped into my throat and lungs, they didnât recognize me.
    In those first 18 hours I had been heavily sedated, drugged and unconscious. But in my mind, Iâd been lost in a fuzzy, limbo space between reality and imagination. I remember hearing nurses moving around the room clattering objects and talking about me, saying things like, âThose are strangulation marks on her neck . . .â
    I had broken my neck and critically injured my spinal cord, had lacerations to my liver and spleen, and suffered severe traumatic brain injury. âSheâll be lucky to live through the night,â one specialist told my mother. âIf she does survive, sheâll mostly likely be paralyzed from the neck down and never breathe on her own and could possibly be brain damaged. Sheâll be a vegetable.â
   My mother gave the doctors her own prognosisâthe correct one, according to her: âI was told by a higher source that sheâs going to be fine. . . . You donât know the spirit inside that little girl,â she told the doctors. âI do. That girl can do the impossible. . . .â
Mom had it from a higher source that I was going to be fine, and the more I thought about it, the more I believed her. I knew that higher source was me. I wanted to walk and swim and climb and fly free on my bike again.
    I will not spend the rest of my life in this prison.
    The doctors didnât have faith in much recovery for me, and the Navy wanted to sweep my âaccidentâ under the rug and pretend what really happened didnât. But as Mom had tried to tell everybodyâmyself includedâthey had no idea whom they were dealing with.
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