The day my life was forever changed began like any other... well almost like any other. I remember waking up early that morning, and deciding to journal and spend some time with the Lord. As I poured my heart into my journaling and listened for what God had to say, I remember feeling peace, like I was right where I needed to be.
That day I’d be going climbing with my boyfriend at the time, it was a beautiful day in June, sunny and perfect for being outside. Everything was going smoothly, other than the flat tire on the way to the park. We didn’t stress about this though, we were just happy to be spending time together.
After climbing for a few hours, resting and having a late lunch, we decided to go for one more climb. At this point I was belaying (operating the rope) for my boyfriend on this new area, we only had one helmet and had decided that whoever would be on the ground would be the one to wear it for best protection.
As he made his way up, he grabbed onto a part of the rock wall that was unstable and suddenly a bolder came crashing down on me.
I woke up in the hospital six weeks later, I knew something was missing, but I wasn’t quite sure what it was. I soon realized my left leg and hand were gone, what wasn’t missing was God’s peace, and His reassurance that I was not alone.
Later I was told what actually happened, and all the miracles God had performed for me that day.
When the bolder fell on me, it immediately took my leg and crushed my hand, had I not been wearing the helmet I wouldn’t have survived. My boyfriend was stuck on the wall looking down, held up by the rope I had been holding.
Somehow, when I had fallen, I did so pining the ATC (rope mechanism), this allowed him to let himself down slowly and safely as he yelled out for help. Thankfully the other climbers we had passed on the way to that spot were still around, they came and went straight into action.
Once the helicopter came and picked me up, which it did so in record time, and taken to the hospital for emergency surgery.
While I was out, my parents along with people all over the world continuously prayed for peace over me, and when I woke up it was not in short simply. I could have chosen bitterness and anger, but I was completely overcome with the peace that exceeds all understanding.
Every time I went over the scenario I chose to see the ways God cared for me. The team on call that day that came to the rescue had had training that same day, and not only did they have training, but had been practicing medicine mixtures for people different sizes, and I was in the exact size range they had trained for. I could go on and on about all the ways God took care of me in this season, but the most visible and memorable was having my family by my side.
I knew life would never be the same, but I also knew that giving up wouldn’t be the answer. At first I was discouraged at the thought of how much I’d have to learn in order to live my life. Luckily I didn’t have to do it alone, I had my loving family and my awesome boyfriend became my wonderful husband and has been my biggest supporter since day one.
There are so many things to take away from this story, but if you remember nothing else, just remember this... God can make our worst days into something beautiful if we let Him. Walking may not look like it once did, but when I do I’m reminded of God’s goodness and care.
My name is Kaylene Baker and this is one of my miracle stories.
thanks for the share! May Jesus always be your source and strength!
The absolute worst day of my life, and yet the best as well, since my daughter, Kaylene is alive!! I will always be emotional reading your story and remembering every detail from the phone call, to the 7 1/2 hour drive, to seeing you hooked up to the machines, and the sounds. I never once allowed myself to consider you might not make it. So many miracles! So very thankful. Love mom❤️
Kaylene, you are loved!
Kaylene,, Ken is Alberts cousin,, Thank you for sharing Gods Grace ,,Jeremiah 29:11,,We pray for you and your Husband💕💜
Love Cheryl and Ken Palmiero