My face was scarred beyond recognition.

My head and neck bashed into the windshield at full speed.

I couldn't speak clearly for more than a month.

Life was in crisis.

One after the other.

But one thing kept revealing itself.

Over and over it kept shining brilliantly.

Love.

Love from family, friends, nurses.

Even doctors!

Go figure.

I learned to always strive to become better at loving.

Even those that I don't wanna love.

That's how I'd get better.

How I'd become better, too.

By embracing the possibility of sharing the love in my heart.

Maybe someone else could get better if I gave as much love away.

As much as I received.

More.

As much as I could.

It saved my life.

It saved my aching soul.