Most traumatic tragic moment of my life 

Описание: 25 years ago today.

After everything I had already survived, I truly believed I had been through enough.

I was 17.
A nurse aide, working hard, making good money for my age.
Engaged. Pregnant. Hopeful.

My fiancé and I both came from extremely violent, dysfunctional homes. We were determined to break the cycle. We had plans. We were starting fresh. That day, the plan was simple: rent a box truck and pick up the furniture that had just come in for our baby.

Life had other plans.

I got called into work for extra money and went in. Before my shift, chaos as usual — my mother on another binge, my stepfather calling in a panic from Detroit saying she had abandoned him and tried to have him killed. Volatile was normal. I picked him up at the bus station and dropped him off at home then
went to work anyway.

I stayed late.

On my way home, traffic stopped. Sirens. Lights. Ambulances.
I remember thinking the car looked like my mother’s — and then dismissing it.

When I pulled into my driveway, it was full of police cars, official vehicles, and family cars.
That’s when they told me.

My fiancé was killed in a car accident.

They named the road.
I told them I had just seen it.

There are no words for that moment.
Every dream. Every plan. Every hope for our child — gone in an instant.

I was now going to be a single mother — not by choice, not by abandonment — but by death.

I had already endured more trauma than most people do in a lifetime, and I know with certainty that if I had not been pregnant, I would not be here today.

What kept me alive was my son.

I was high-risk, so I had a medical-grade Doppler. I listened to his heartbeat every single day. Sometimes multiple times a day. That sound anchored me to this world. I made promises — to my unborn child and to the man I loved — that I would keep going, that I would give him the life we dreamed of.

And I did.
We did.

I am so proud of my son — the man he has become, the strength he carries, the love he gives.

From the ashes, beauty always rises.

When my son was four months old, I met my husband — the man God chose to step into that role. He has been there ever since. He has always been his father. God gave him that assignment on this earthly plane, and he fulfilled it with faithfulness and love.

It would take me 11 more years of deep suffering before I finally found God — and when I did, He began to heal me… and to expose the darkness.

This is not a story of tragedy alone.
It is a story of survival, redemption, faith, and generational healing.

And I’m still standing.


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