Trauma Changed My Life Forever...Blessing Never Cease!
I never wrote however a Dr, Dr Reid read and saw so much …. result Published in Wild Onion PSU Journal. My desire to give back … never did I volunteer …. as a result of… seeing needs of Trauma I have founded Trauma Angels Inc Non Profit filling for 501c3. I will make a difference in the GAPS victims/families fall into where social services lack.
A Day in July
That morning in July as I began my ride I looked at my helmet
and thought …What a good hair day!
Only the second time in my life without it I would ride…being I never go
over 45.
Riding along the river each morning gave me peace…
a way of calming the soul before a busy day.
However not to be that day.
I remember the calm of the river….then a pick up truck.
As I cruised in my right lane.
The truck still in a rush on my left decides to…push or hit me.
In seconds either he or I decide my fate.
I am braking down hoping ….I see the wheel well …
bumper dragging me. Looking down the curb the truck…
I opened her up…I think oh my god not today.
As my body was tossed I only remember my head…
crashing in a flash thinking my God…what will be.
As I awoke the people abound. A hit and run…I pled…please call my husband.
The EMT’S and police asking questions …I mention coumadin…as I lay in
a blood pool and my right index finger all twisted about. I remember the
pain, the ride, would I make it in the Golden Hour.
I asked the EMT if I could listen to the siren…being that this was my first and
most likely.. last ride.
Not today…he told me… as he had to cut my clothes….em ok.
As he assesses my broken body…asking for morphine… from the trauma center…I know there is care waiting for me. As I lay there …why today….was that pick up truck in my way?
The doors open he instructs me that 10 or more will be in my face…focus as I thought this could be my last fate.
As the trauma team in full swing questions… orders…CT scans…x-rays…blood drawn…my memory fades.
I hear a voice how irresponsible… that is what brought me around.
Looking down my index finger being pulled into place…I thank God for morphine.
The voice is irate…I sense this is about riding without my helmet today.
I mumbled …I had a good hair day. Someone mentions need to cut hair…do you have a license I reply.
I ask for my husband…I was told he had to leave for a moment…He needed to take a deep breath as he realized it was me…so scared.
On he goes…I ride responsible…this surgeon rants on… working on my face.
I respect this person who speaks.
As I listen I want his name as I lay all broken up..eyes focus …em Doctor Jay Tiekeden.
The height of the unknown is winding down my survival is stable for now…..
As I lay I thank the angles who surrounded me that day, and kept me in Gods light.
Vickie C Rauch
The Surgeon and The Trauma Team
The irate Doctor Jay who brought me around…with his rants and raves…
Why this day was that pick up truck in my way!
I want you all to know…I accept responsibility.
Trust me the memory of my head crashing….in a flash…blood everywhere.
I thought was just my last memory…meant only for me.
But He has other plans…
And you Doctor Jay I want you to know …you are in my head…my dreams…
going on and on …Please never change! You did not even know me…planting your seeds. I now wear my seat belt.
Hopefully you will save one more soul with mere words…of your beliefs.
The journey to recover with this broken body…offers me a new path for life. Perhaps I will be more than before… I want to give back…I will ask why no more…I am grateful and blessed…and thank each and everyone who cared for me.
Vickie C Rauch
Trauma Team
As the unknown is coming through the trauma door.
What a dedicated group…each and everyone of you … as your pulse beings to rise…Blood flows, broken bones, blunt trauma, only god knows.
Intent to locate…all within…the injuries that could take the life out of…
the soul on the trauma board.
Please never go away …we pray… So one more soul the team may save.
May God bless each of you … and give you inner peace of what you leave behind each day… in the Trauma Bay.
Vickie C Rauch
Healing of My SoulI knew Him so well long ago…for I accepted the gift He so freely gives eternal
life…as a child accepting faith. Learning to pray to speak to my heavenly
Father…a comfort in the heart…always gave me hope. The side of self absorbed
the child as she grew…life passed on so did wildness…the parties of the night…
dancing with my demons and living on the edge…flirting with death.
Always a spiritual battle the good and evil…within me.
In times of darkness…in the pits of the dancing flames…so intense so hot…before
the prince enticed me to stay…I would seek Him to help find my way.
The light of the day would come as I arose…Oh my for I am alive…never looking
up. On and on this cycle would flow.
I knew His unconditional love…but yet I ran…all the while unbeknown of His
will…of His plan. What a witness…He let me become. That morning in July He
knew what was to be.
As I lay in the trauma bay my body so broken in pain…the angels He sent
surrounded all that day…I made a deal with my husband…I will take your
pain…never could I deal with you lying here…the man that I love. Please sell
your Harley …he looked at me.
In a vision I listened to my words and it was so clear as I felt the inner child
within…The pain He suffered for me on the cross…His love…echoed in my
heart…God was with me.
Laying on my back looking up…I give you my gift my life, God do with it your will.
For I surrender. This I know my walk on earth is not complete…for He restored
my soul.
Vickie C Rauch
Please know that Trauma Angels is in the process of Incorporating in the State of Pennsylvania as and applying to IRS for 501c3 Non Profit.
Trauma Angels
Mission Statement
Trauma Angels is a 501©(3) human service/faith agency providing emergency assistance for
families and individuals.
Our mission is to identify, assess, and provide for the immediate needs of families and individuals within 72 hours experiencing a life threatening Trauma.
• Shelter
• Food
• Phone Cards
• Gas Cards
• Clothing for patients being discharged
• Support Group to educate and empower
• Web Site offering resources
Future Goals… To offer Trauma victims with traumatic stress syndromes the same charitable support that sustains individuals and families suffering the impact of cancer, heart disease and stroke.
Victims enter into the system…from the site of the Trauma Injury, emergency medical personnel care for the patient and transport them quickly to the Trauma Center. Calls are made notifying family of a loved one being transported in a life threatening condition to a Trauma Center… this is both devastating and frightening. All rational thoughts are nonexistent. The enormity of what has just occurred sets in the heart, uncertainty, helplessness, and desperation. Immediate thoughts are to get to them as soon as possible. After the Trauma Center care is delivered, hopefully the loved one is discharged home. However many continue on to rehabilitation facilities, providing care that allows the injured individual to return to work and family. Depending on the Trauma Injury recovery could take a year or more.
Families /Individuals which are not financially able to absorb the consequences, begin to fall into the gaps of social services. To enter into the system can take days…weeks…months. The daily human need is not met. This is not acceptable.
In the tragedy of the Trauma Injury the core of the soul is often wounded. With prayer and loving hearts we will guide to appropriate spiritual support systems within the community.
