The true heart felt story of my life!!!!!! and how to over come

Over Coming,

Cerebral palsy, nearly fatal car accident, the death of a wonderful mother and intimidation





Special thanks to MY Lord Jesus, and Family



My name is Justin Crandall, and I was born with a mild case of Cerebral Palsy…. I was told as a result that I would never walk, I was around 5 years old, and I asked my Dad when I would be able to walk, he told me that I would be walking by March of 1991 this was it the moment of truth, March of 1991. I was six years old, and my father and mother called for my five sisters to gather in the living room, and my dad said Justin is going to walk, up to this point I have never walked. All I can remember is taking those first few steps and the tears of joy that filled my family’s eyes what happened that night was truly a miracle from God. One that I am grateful for, my parents raised us to have faith my father is a God fearing man, and so was my mother, I was told to trust in Jesus instead of believe that I would never walk. God honored the faith of my parents, the faith of my sisters, and my faith. Once I started walking I underwent numerous operations to improve, and I was improving with each operation there was progress, things were wonderful, in my life. Starting at around 11 I began to go through the typical want to be cool stage. Therefore I started rebelling against anything my family thought was important, and trying to do whatever I wanted all I cared about was me, and doing what I wanted to do. Which I understand might be typical for a lot of 11 year olds, but something took root in my heart, I started sneaking into my parents wine, and drinking with a friend I started cussing, and hating what was right, and loving things that were wrong. My family is religious, and at 13, I wanted nothing more to do with it, so I threw away my Bibles and literally said F*** this religious s***. Furthermore I asked my friend to bring my buddy, and I to rent a movie called the 10 commandments, this movie is simply about breaking all ten of the commandments we were going to stop for a coke, and get the movie in order to get to the store we had to cross a two lane intersection we made it across the first lane of traffic, no problem but when we tried to cross the second lane of traffic my friend pulled out to soon, and a truck hit us right where I was sitting. My next memory is in the hospital I woke up, and I realized my stomach was cut opened from the top to the bottom. I could not talk because tubes were down my throat, my family shocked, happy, and sad all at the same time they were glad that I was out of Acoma. I signal for a pin, and the first thing I wrote was hot coco. I still don’t know why I wrote that the second thing I wrote was God did it. When I met the doctors that saved my life, and they said it was a miracle that I lived I knew God was real and I repented of my sins. I went from critical care, to intensive care, to rehabilitation, I spent several months away from my family, but they came to visit as often as they could. During my time in rehab my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. Some times she would come to visit me, and some day’s she looked great, other days I could tell she was battling. Sickness when I arrived home from rehabilitation I was in a wheelchair, so was my mother we got to spend a lot of time together days, turned into weeks, and weeks, turned into months, moths turned it years. My mother’s cancer had advanced to the point, that it could claim her life at any point. She went to be with the Lord on January 4, 2002 I know my mom had hard days, but she had a lot more good day than bad and I know I will see her one day: After my mothers death you can’t imagine how the whole family was mourning, and hurting, it was so hard on all of us but we hung on to God, and each other as hard as we could, mom lives on in each of the nine children she has on this earth, and I know she made a wonderful, and meaningful impact on many people, more than we are aware of. After the passing of my mother we all grieved in different ways I bottled my feelings up, and felt over whelmed many times, but never said any thing I felt intimidated by my own feelings I had never experienced such a loss, and coping with something so tragic really takes a long time. However the family I was raised in knew we had to give our grief to the Lord, and he gave us garments of praise for our spirits of heaviness, and the oil of joy for mourning.


Draw close to God, and he will draw close to you.

Thank you