Brenda Campbell - 8:15 My Darkest Hour

BRENDA CAMPBELL

8:15 My Darkest Hour

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My name is Jane. I was born and raised in the small town of Gladewater Texas born to parents late Earnestine Green and the late Billy Hanson. We are six siblings in the family, three boys, and three girlsChristopher, Billy, Glory, Joseph, Rebeckey and my late brother Lonzie. Im the eldest of them all.

When I was younger, my family and I lived in a small town called Gladewater Texas. Things were good and bad in the early years of my life. As the years went on, I never expected to be shocked, sad, and happy.

Many things have happened to me in my life, and this story is the worst and saddest thing. This story is about me and how Ive struggled and overcome all my obstacles and developed into a very strong woman. Writing about my darkest hour is the hardest thing in my life, the hardest and most disturbing, yet it is also interesting. As I sit here and reevaluate my life, I now know where to start.

One of the lessons I have learned is how certain things have happened in my life and how they have made me a better and stronger person. All the things Ive had to fight in my life have kept me moving forward and have helped me hold my head up higher and higherall the fears and pains that Ive found in myself and the journeys Ive been on.

Ive found myself fighting battles that I cannot win, fears and pains that have been difficult for me. Everything in my life is ending, just like a light that has gone out of my head, and I can never get it back. Ive never thought I can ever get that light back again for all my life as I continue writing through the rough times. As described in Matthew 27:2746 , the darkest hours for Jesus Christ are from the sixth hour until the ninth hour. Jesus cried, My God, why have you forsaken me? The hour that Jesus was left alone in anguish, a time when no earthly man could come to his aid to deliver him or comfort him, a time when even heaven itself must have turned a deaf ear to his cry, caused Christ himself to cry out loud in acknowledgment that even his Father had abandoned him.

When we are reminded of the price that our master has paid for our sins, we are much more impressed with the passage that reminds us of the price of redemption.

God has gotten me through so many rough times. God has saved me so many times in my darkest hour I completely lost count. God is telling me and reminding me that he is always a shining light to my life, and the whole time, he has been preparing me for my journey. He lets me know that he is the light shining through my darkest hour. In those hours, in the storm that I went through as a mother, which I thought I could never come out of, God was right there amid everything, through all the pain, troubles, grief, and death that I had to face. It was terribly hard for me.

In Psalms 18:28 , God lights our paths when we are walking in darkness . I will feel the heavenly flames. Its time to trust my God and rest upon his name.

This story that Im telling is about my only son. As I lead you through this tough journey, I must go through it heartbroken. It is about a child that was stripped of his life; he never got the chance to experience his own life.

The day I gave birth to my son Cadarrius Green and throughout my pregnancy, I used to say things to him. As I carried him in my womb, I talked to him. I sang to him. I told Cadarrius, my love, the fears, and the promises that were held for us the day after his birth. I knew I had been given a bundle of joy.

Cadarrius was nine pounds and ten ounces. He was just a very cute baby, and as the years went by, Cadarrius developed into a very handsome young man, until that day, that horrible evening, when every mothers nightmare happened: getting a phone call and having everyone tell you that your child had an accident.

That day was March 16, 2010. I was at work, just getting off at about 2:30 p.m. I got home, took a bath, sat down to relax, and watched TV for until about eight thirty. I was so tired and sleepy I decided to go ahead and go on to bed. I just got comfortable and went on to sleep well. A couple of hours later, I had a disturbing phone call. My daughter called me, and in the past, she had always told jokes. She said, Mother, Cadarrius had been in an accident! He just got his foot cut off!

I told her to quit playing and that I was tired. I hung up the phone, and it had not been minutes later when my nephew called and said, Jane, its true! Cadarrius did get his foot cut off. He was jumping over the train, and his pants got caught under the rail of the wheel of the train. The train had started moving slowly, and he could not do anything while the train was moving. It started dragging him, my son, under the train and my nephew. It was not going fast at that moment, but it was starting to pick up. Some of the force of the train pulled him under it.

My nephew, Rodrick, risked his life and got under there. Some of my sons toes had popped out, and his foot had melted to the train rail. Rodrick had to pull him; he was stuck to the train. While it was still dragging, some of his other body parts were becoming dismembered. Rodrick pulled him from the train while his leg was in the middle of the track. They finally rushed him to the hospital with one pint of blood left after the train had finally gone through.

My daughter; Korneshia, his sister, picked up his leg and foot and ran all the way to the hospital, crying and discombobulated. She handed her brothers foot and leg, and the nurse took and threw them into a bucket. She didnt put it on ice or anything.

He had been in the emergency room for thirty minutes, and my son was still sitting there. The nurse was still calling other patients into the room. My son was in worse shape, and he was still just sitting there.

Finally, they took him to the back. He was all delusional, out of his head. He didnt know who gave him morphine, and I thought they were going to airlift him to American Hospital. But they drove him by ambulance.

When he got there, the team was already on standby, waiting for him. I called the doctor and told him I was coming, cause I was so shaken up to be in the ambulance. My daughter was there with him. The trauma team told me they were going to do everything they could to save everything.

Well, after that, I was just speechless as the doctor started treating his third-degree burns. They tried to attach his foot back. They couldnt. Instead, they had to cut his leg, and they just kept on cutting until they cut all the way above the knee.