you’re the man who saved my daughter.’ And he couldn’t believe that she had made it, and that he had been a part of saving her life. It was a miracle to him, and he couldn’t wait to meet us.”
But it was Vicky who was truly in disbelief when she learned about Rob’s motorcycle wreck at that same intersection just one year before.
“I couldn’t believe that he happened upon our accident at the same site where he had his. I felt like his survival was such a miracle and that God let him live for a reason, and that reason was to help my daughter and save my daughter’s life. He says he’s not a hero, but I believe he’s my hero, and he’s my daughter’s hero.”
Little Camille agrees. “I think it’s a miracle because he saved us and if he wouldn’t have been there, I would have died.”
Today, Rob is a close friend to Vicky and her family, and while it took a year and two near-tragedies to bring them together, the experience they share taught them all the lesson of a lifetime.
“I don’t go to church every Sunday,” says Vicky. “But I do pray to God every day, and thank Him for saving us and saving Rob a year ago.”
“Prior to my wreck, I took the blessings I’ve had in life for granted,” concludes Rob. “I don’t do that anymore. The lessons I’ve had in the last eighteen months have taught me to look at things differently. Even when they seem their worst, look around, because it could be worse. Every day, I take time to say, ‘Thank you, God, thank you for what I’ve got.’”
Ever since he was a young boy, Paul Lessard’s nightmare was always the same.
“I’m in a car, and the car hurtles through the air, and then hits the water. And the water starts coming into the car and we start submerging. And I can feel the water moving up my legs, up to my waist, up to my chest. These dreams began when I was eleven years old, and literally continued three—four times a year, all the way up until I was in my thirties,” says Paul.
His wife, Jayne, a psychologist, was concerned as well, often waking in the night when he had a nightmare to ask, “Honey, are you okay? Did you have another one of those drowning dreams? Baby, I don’t know what’s causing them.” Frustrated, Jayne attempted to help Paul understand his dream, but although they’d “talk through it and stuff, it didn’t ever feel like there was a real resolution to why he was having it or what was going on—and it would keep recurring.”
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