Three months ago I was in a head-on collision that should have taken my life. The doctors said it was a miracle I survived. I have a long road of recovery ahead, but I am alive, and I want to give thanks. The accident happened on a rainy Tuesday evening. I was driving home from work when another car crossed the median. I remember the headlights, and then nothing. I woke up three days later in the ICU with a broken pelvis, shattered femur, collapsed lung, and traumatic brain injury. The surgeons told my wife to prepare for the worst. My children were told their father might not come home. But here I am, three months later, learning to walk again, relearning things I once took for granted, and grateful for every painful step forward. This is not a prayer of asking. It is a prayer of profound gratitude. I am thankful for the first responders who pulled me from the wreckage. For the surgeons whose steady hands saved my life. For my wife who has not left my side. For my children whose drawings cover my hospital room walls. I ask that you join me in giving thanks, and that you pray for continued healing and for the strength to cherish every day I have been given.