When our teenage son turned 16 and got his drivers licence I knew the dangers that came with it. Questions of whether or not he was responsible enough to driver carefully and would he resist the temptation to text and drive? One of the ground rules we set was that he must be home by 9pm and that we must know his location at all times.

Yesterday my son left for the gym around 6pm. When 930 cane around and he was not home I called his cell phone and got no answer. That feeling of fear and concern got over me, I didn't believe that he would break the rules of the house. I brought my concerns to my wife who was asleep on the couch tired from working the previous night. I Took a shower and from the sound of the water falling on my face, I heard a loud banging on the front door. There was silence, and then my wife burst into the bathroom door, her face as white as someone who had seen a ghost. She had a leather wallet in her hand, and kept saying our son's name. She told me there are two cops downstairs and they told her our son, Amir was in an accident.

A wallet, an accident and no son, I grabbed some close and ran downtairs to meet with the officers.

"Where is my son?" I heard my wife screaming from behind me.

The two White officers were calm, and I was calm also.

"Is our son alright?" I asked.

"We don't know yet," the officer replied. "They took him by helicopter to Methodist hospital. He was awake when they took him."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Apparently he hit a tree and a telephone poll," the officer continued. We know that he fractured his ankle and that is was almost severed, and he broke him arm and there are some facial damage."

My heart sunk at the news. I felt the pain that he must have been through registering in my brain. I was saddened that my star athlete son, who has been successful as a long jumper and triple jumper now faced the prospect of losing his leg.

I thanked the officers and we made arrangements to drop off our 4 year old daughter to my older son's house while we drove to Methodist hospital.

On the way we called the hospital and they told us that they don't have our son registered as a patient. Confused we called the police station who assured us that our son was against flown to that hospital.

It turned out that without ID, they registered him as John Doe. At the hospital we were greeted by a Chaplain. He briefed us on what to expect and assured us that our son was alive. He told us about the grim reality of his severed ankle. We were ushered into a waiting room. We could not see our son, because the surgeons were operating on his leg. We were informed that the surgery would take about 2 hours. It meant two more agonizing hours of not knowing.

My wife called everyone she could think of and mobilized a prayer group. Within thirty minutes two pastors from our church visited us at the hospital. They prayed with us and kept us company. They left at 1 a.m and we still hadn't seen our son. Their presence gave me awareness and understanding of how important is to be part of a church family. It raised questions about my sincerity as part of the church community.

I got a phone call from one of our prayer warriors from Church, his name Daniel. He requested to prayer on me as the head of the house. He encouraged me to not view my son as the victim of the accident, but more so view him as my son who conquered that accident and is walking once again. He prayed and I listened.

at 220 a.m it was time to see our son. The surgeon came to counsel us before the meeting. He told us that the preliminary surgery was successful, but because of the magnitude of the wounds they would have to keep them open to prevent any bacteria from affecting the area. He also said that there was a faint pulse on the leg they worked on. He said that if they area developed an infection they would have to amputate the leg. He took us to the room where our son was located.

There he was unrecognizable. Tubes down his throat, lips and face tapered with cloth wrappings and cast om left arm and both kegs. It was a grim sight. I tried to keep my spirit composed, I rubbed his head gently and I felt an illumination came over me and all the prayer that Daniel had injected in me spilled through my hands and into my son. It was a miracle unfolding right before my eyes of the power of prayer.

Today the news is good. Our son would have use of his legs. He sat up on his bed and shook the hands of one of his former coaches and he told some one in their ears that he loved them. He is still in the hospital recovery from critical condition, but he has friends and family praying constantly for his recovery. I urge you all to keep him in your prayers.

This incident made me realize the importance of my Christian family, Without them this tragic moment would have been lost in loneliness,  As a result to today I chose Christ. I would no more try to justify or defend the decision I've made. I;m excited about being part of a family that cares about the suffering of others and one that champions the plight of the poor and suffering all over the world. We would be impacting the world one person at a a time through the powers that Christ have invested into us - Through the miracle of love, kindness and healing. Today I chose Christ.

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