I’m Not Santa Claus?

I’ll try to keep this brief. I had a pretty blessed upbringing, my wife says spoiled, I really cannot disagree. My parents were older, in fact my dad was 50 so they doted on me like a grandchild.(there’s a point to this intro later on) 11-25-1995 – a Saturday morning had to go to work since I was on call for the natural gas utility where I worked. I has almost to work when a car crossed over the highway and hit my truck head on…so I’m told, I have no memory of this. Was ejected partially through driver side window of my truck, not before my head hit the pillar, don’t remember that either, but I’ve seen the pictures. What followed was an ordeal for my family and I that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Three hospitals and a year of recovery, scratch that, make it about 10 years of recovery. Initially, my wife of 6 months was told that I’d likely die, when that didn’t happen she was told that I would probably be in a nursing home the rest of my life, that didn’t happen either. My parents were devastated but were old enough that they didn’t understand why I needed extensive therapy since I could eventually walk and dress myself.My wife, God bless her and our kids were pretty traumatized by the change that had happened to my personality and anger control problems – I was never physically violent, but sure could say some hateful things.It took almost 10 years before I was back to how I was before the wreck, a calm under pressure, difficult to anger person. The rundown: both legs broken, broken right arm and hand, serious closed head injury – aka Traumatic Brain Injury, and in a coma for 3 weeks. That’s as brief as I can make it, though anyone who knows about such things knows the reality is never that brief. My body hurts now, more than normal for a 48 year old, but my brain is healed enough that you’d never know what my family went through. The healing I give credit to God and my wife, neither ever gave up on me, even when I wanted to.