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One of the deepest wounds I carried was the quiet, corrosive belief that I had somehow become damaged goods.

It was as if my mind replayed a reel of all the ways I’d been seeking God, often unknowingly. And in that moment, an overwhelming rush of love washed over me, undeniable and profound. I knew, without seeing or hearing Him, that I had encountered God. It was a quiet, personal revelation - an inner truth that forever changed the way I understood faith, identity, and the divine.

Not only had the other driver accumulated a long list of driving-related charges over the years, but he had also never obtained a driver’s license. He was drunk and high on cocaine, driving at nearly 100 miles per hour. As is often the case in these situations, he only sustained minor injuries from the crash.