It all started on February 17, 2001. My mom, brother and I were having a normal drive home until I saw a big, white truck. The truck didn’t see us and ran us off the road. When we got back on the road, the truck hit us and sent our car flipping end over end three times, and then rolling side over side three times.

When our car finally stopped rolling, my mom looked at me to see if I was OK—I was. Then my mom looked back to check on my brother, Luke. He wasn’t there, and the door was gone. My mom jumped out of the car and started looking for my brother. She saw him lying on the road and knew he wasn’t breathing. My mom prayed desperately, “God, help me!”

God had it all planned out and sent a nurse and a respiratory doctor traveling down the road at the same time as the accident. They stopped immediately and got Luke breathing again.

I didn’t understand anything that was going on, because I was in shock. The paramedics placed me on a stretcher with my neck in a stiff brace and put me in the ambulance with my mom. She told me to pray for Luke, and I did. We prayed hard.

They flew my brother to the Little Rock Children’s Hospital in the Angel Flight helicopter. Luke stopped breathing again in the helicopter, but once again, they were able to bring him back. When Luke reached the hospital, he immediately went into emergency surgery. After surgery, my brother was put in the intensive care unit, and he was in a coma for nine days. I did not know how close Luke was to dying. He had a crushed liver and major injuries to his head. They had to drill a hole in his head, and the doctors thought he’d never be the same.

My family and friends came down to Little Rock, and they prayed for Luke to wake up. It was so scary for me; I didn’t want to see him until all those machines were off him.

Luke did get better. After two weeks he was put in the rehab unit. My mom called me and said, “There is someone who wants to talk to you.” It was Luke, and I cried.

God saved my brother several times those first few days. Some people never get to see a miracle like this, but I did. I’ll never forget how God saved us all that day.

Today Luke just has an injured leg and some major scars, but we thank Jesus that he is alive. When I see those scars, they remind me that Luke is my miracle brother.

Hannah, 12
Arkansas

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