Unfortunately, two weeks ago my husband's cousin was injured in an accident and paralyzed. He is not even 30 years old. I prefer to call them my cousins, because I love them both so dearly. My youngest son is the same age as theirs, and they are just starting to hang out. You know, at 2 years old, they like to play independently side by side. I can't exactly find the words in my heart to explain what happened. His wife, Cassandra, described it best.
"Auston was in a motor cross accident on Saturday. While doing what he loved, he fractured his spine and severed his spinal cord. The doctors, blessings in their own right, say Auston will have no mobility chest down...they don't know Auston! Auston and I are so grateful for your thoughts and prayers! He will have surgery in the morning at 7:30 am. Please continue to pray for miracles and a strong recovery."
And Auston, he is a feisty one alright. The minute I became part of the family I heard stories of his wild adventures. I never once doubted that Auston was living his life to the fullest. If anyone can kick rehabs a** (butt) it is him.