Nov. 7, I had a terrible accident on my Vespa scooter. It happened only six miles from my home in Springville. As I was lying in a canal hoping someone would come by quickly to help, I knew I had major injuries and also very afraid of the outcome.
Within moments, the first help arrived, followed quickly by others. Springville is a small community; I saw faces I recognized, but did not know names. I know these people saved my life; they all stayed with me until the helicopter left with me for the hospital. My husband, Reed, was with me the whole time. I remember the members of Station 22 in Springville, especially Chris from Camp Nelson, as I recognized his face. Pastor Henry and Billy who said a prayer over me, helped calm me down and get me ready for the flight to Fresno. I was amazed again at the skills and caring of the helicopter medical team. Somebody made the correct decision in getting me to the appropriate hospital and even had the surgical team ready. A rancher closest to the crash site opened his gates to the pasture, allowing the helicopter to land close to me.
I want to let all of you know how much you helped me. You calmed me, gave me hope I would be OK and gave me your physical strength and blessings. I needed to let you all know I am home now and recovering slowly with physical therapy and even walking again. When well enough, I hope and plan to see each one of you personally to give you each a heartfelt hug.
Most importantly, I want to thank my small community for such special treatment. I had no idea how well trained, professional and caring you all are. The next time my local volunteers ask for donations at the fund-raiser, I hope to hand them the first check. I will help in any way I can so that next person receives the excellent treatment I did. I am so grateful to all of you.