When I Was 20, an Explosion Took Both My.s. Hands and Changed My Life Forever. Then My Husband Abandoned Me. For 10 Years, I Kept Asking Myself, “Why Did I Survive?” — Until One Night, Someone Knocked on My Door… and Everything Changed.

Maybe I was in the person who was going to need you someday.

I could no longer see the leaf through my tears.

For ten years I had imagined that the answer to my question would come as a big revelation.

Instead, he was sleeping quietly in Sarah’s arms.

I looked at the baby.

Her little eyes opened.

Sarah whispered:

“Her name is Grace.”

Something inside me opened up.

But this time it wasn’t for pain.

I leaned towards her.

Grace closed her little fingers around the fabric near my arm.

And for the first time in ten years, I didn’t wonder why I survived.

I just looked at her and thought,

Maybe my life didn’t end when I was twenty.

Maybe I was just waiting to start over.