I remember some of the men were anxiously trying to get out of the bus and they were stepping over me, so I thought I would just wait until everyone was off the bus, then I realized I had no feeling in my lower part of my body and my stomach was hard as a rock. When they freed me and carried me up to the triage trailer, an ambulance quickly followed and I was rushed to the hospital in Hinton, Alberta. My injuries were too serious to be dealt with in Hinton, so as the blizzard relented. I was airlifted by the helicopter air ambulance to Edmonton, Alberta.

I did not not really know what to expect, I was comforted with the thought I knew it was God that had spared not just my life, but also all who were on the bus. When the X-rays came back, I was diagnosed with a fractured C-5 vertebrae and they said I would never walk again.

I am from New York City boy, and here I was in a strange country thinking, "The choir is hundreds of miles away, I will have to face this alone since the they have to continue the tour." Still, I knew God was there for me, but I was amazed as people began to show up. People we had ministered to in the churches and schools. There was an amazing outpouring of support as they poured in to visit me in my hospital room.

One day I had so many visitors they had to move my bed to another room to accommodate those who were coming to pray. In spite of the dismal prognosis of the doctors, that I would never walk, five days later, by the grace of God and the prayers of his people I walked out of that hospital.