He lay flat on his back, unconscious, on the road.

An off-duty nurse rushed to his side, time was of the essence.

She called. An ambulance arrived.

Doctors in ER united to administer treatment.

A chaplain, nurse and doctor explained to his family

the heart wrenching details of the accident.

Compassion. Care. Love. Still, something more was needed.

A miracle.

Time alone wouldn’t heal his wounds, couldn’t restore his shattered soul.

Only the love of God poured out through the medical team,

hospital employees, and every individual who sought to comfort him

would restore his life.

And it did.

I was him.

And I came back whole, to help others heal, to listen, to pray, to comfort.

To share with others the love of God that was given to me.

To be part of an awesome miracle that others were for me.

I was once a helpless victim.

I am now a hospital chaplain.

I am Marty Folan.

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