Greetings from all of us here at Serenity Now.

I (Brooke) want to thank you for enhancing our lives.

Today I want to share with you one of my favorite true stories; it is about an American athlete that won the Olympic gold medal for the hundred meter dash at the age of sixteen in the 1930s. Her name is Betty Robinson, and back then it was a really big deal for a woman to even compete in the Olympics. There was active opposition to their participation.

She was in training for the upcoming Olympics when she decided to take a break and go on a plane ride with a friend. Once they were in the air, the pilot lost control and they crashed. She was so severely injured that the man who found her thought she was dead and actually dumped her body at the morgue. Thank goodness she was still hanging on to life and woke up in the hospital. The doctor told her that there was good news and bad news. The good news was that she was alive against all odds, but she would never walk again. He had done extensive surgery and basically one of the legs was being held up with pins. I can’t imagine how horrifying receiving the news must have been. After all she was a sprinter. She started a very painful physical therapy program, beat the odds, and walked again.

At this point she set her sight on a new goal. She wanted to go back to the Olympics and win. You guessed it, she competed in the 1936 Olympics being held in Berlin. Hitler was in the stands. She won as a part of a relay team for the United States.

I found the story so inspirational on a grand scale, but some of the small details amazed me as well. First of all, the fact that the crash was detected; but more puzzling than that is the man who took her to the morgue. Who feels comfortable enough to man-handle a corpse? What if the doctor had chosen to do an amputation instead of a restoration? The story could have come to a different end at every turn, but it did not because of small, and what seemed insignificant events, choices, and decisions. She did have three grandchildren. One of them was in a plane crash that he survived. He, like his grandma, used the experience to a highest good scenario. He invented a device where collisions could be detected and avoided. My take away from this story is: The thing about miracles, is that they do happen.