Vickie Treece

On November 20, 1999 at 1:34 a.m., my phone rang. When I answered it, there was a woman on the other end who ask to speak to Vickie Treece. As always, I said "Speaking". She then proceeded to tell me her name,that she was from Wadley Hospital and that they believed my daughter had been involved in an automobile accident. I asked her was was wrong with my daughter and she said that they were not sure that she was my daughter, and that I needed to describe her to them. After giving them every detail that I could think of, she was finally convinced that the girl they had was my daughter so she told me that she had been involved in a wreck, she was on life support, she had a brain injury, and that was all she could tell me on the phone. She then asked me if I had someone to drive me. I told her yes and that I would be right there.

When my husband and I walked into the emergency room door, the lady met us, took us straight up to the trauma unit and then put us in a family room where we had to wait for a doctor to come and talk to us. After what seemed to be an eternity, the doctor came in and told us that she had bruised over 85% of her brain to the stem, that she was in a coma, and that she was on life support. HE also told us that it would be a long wait, and that we should measure her progress by months, NOT days. He then went into greater detail of what had happened and what we were to expect. He then told us that someone would be right in to take us back to see her. Then he proceeded to prepare us for what we would see with all the tubes and stuff.

A nurse came in and took us by the hand and led us to our daughters bed. You know as a parent, I have never felt any feeling like that in my entire life, nor do I ever want to feel it again. I stood helpless, and numb while I looked at my first born childs (16 years old at the time) lifeless body laying there. I can not even begin to put into words what I felt.

Well to make a long story short, after searching for months to find out what happened, I finally did. That night, my daughter went to spend the night with a friend (who's mother I had met several times before). Her mother picked up my daughter from work and took her to her house. This is where it gets good. The mother, stopped at the liquor store on her way home, bought tons of liquor, took it home, filled her refrigerator, and then left 15 teenagers in her house while she went out bar hopping. So, therefore, my childs was in a house with nothing but teens, and no adult. Well, along comes one of her friends from school with someone in a hot rod camaro and asks her if she wants to go. Being a teenager, she went. The driver of the car she was in, was not only drunk, but was driving in excess of 100 mph in a turn lane down the main drag of our city. He then hit another drunk driver head on. My daughter was sitting on the hump in the middle of the back seat with NO seatbelt, so when the cars hit, she went flying into the dash at over 100 mph. Then the car got thrown sideways from the impact and hit a lightpole doing in excess of 85, which threw her against the side of the car. Needless to say, it hurt her pretty bad.

During her stay in the hospital, we had the truama nurses let anyone that wanted to see her in, just prying that maybe it will make those kids realize what drinking does to people.

She went through many many months of recovery. This turned our whole world up side down. It has been a very long haul, and still to this day we deal with the effects of this accident.

Malinda is doing very well. She has some side effects, but nothing that anyone who dont know what happened to her can see.

We just Thank God every day for deciding her life should'nt end.

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