I Prayed for a Miracle, Now I Lock My Door Against My Son

change a flat tire. He was gentle. He still called me “Mama” when he thought no one was listening.

Then came that rainy Tuesday night on the interstate. A drunk driver in a pickup truck, going ninety miles an hour, didn’t even tap his brakes.

Tyler spent four months in a coma. Four months of me living in the ICU waiting room, drinking terrible coffee,continue reading …