This is my story about Alfonso rendon

My husband of 22 years fell 3 stories while on hi is jobsite . We live in mexico so things are alot different . Well when he hit the ground a metal bar entered his head puncturing his brain and also one punctured his lung. I was present an seen it all. After screaming for help out of the blue a frien of mine from Columbus new Mexico pulls in see me doing cpr on my husband he had showed up by instinct intuition nobody not even the neighbors heard me scream. Well it tóok what felt like forever about 4 to 5 minutes to gethim up and put him in the van we needed to take him to the border and call an ambulance we should not have moved him but we didn't know especially that he had a metal bar poking inside his brain. Hes gained consciousness but seem weird we get to the border I. Maybe 3 minutes an ambulance happens to be there one again a miracle, the border patrol agents were amazing my husband was able to speak but was in shock and thought he was drunk and tried pleading let me go home I promise I'll go to bed they as I wee trying to get him out to get him in the ambulance his pulse was going way to fast finally we convinced him the minute they got him on the gerny put him in the ambulance his heart stopped. They pulled me away from the ambbulance I heard them say life flight was 1 minute away I jumped on the back of the ambulance to see what was happening and the were trying to jumpstart his heart my heart broke I pleaded to let me go in the helicopter the said they couldn't. My husband had been deported twice I was in no way going to upset them I was greatful they were trying to save him. We went to El Paso where they told us that we're taking him immediately a nurse tells me I'm so so sorry he's went into a coma. I asked induced coma or he slipped into a coma she said it was not induced. Icould not see him the following morning and for the next 8 days I slept on the floor he being deported nobody could see him but the nurses would secretly tell me what's going on. FINALLY a doctor comes to me I thought he woke up no he wants permission a signature to disconnect the life support. I had turned my cellular off and avoided telling my family and his family. I was alone in this nightmare because had they known they would have disconnected him. He woke up the 9th day after only having 4 percent brain activity. I was relieved but scared we didn't know what damage was done he was able to speak to say I'm hungry and they told if if he ever woke up he'd never speak or walk well I went home to shower and get some things preparing for a long journey I called my mom to tell what happened , my stepdad answers and says she died 9 days ago I just hit the ground,9 days ago was when my husband had fallen. I was confused, terrified how could this happen I thought is god punishing me but I still remembered the miracles throughout those 9day. My husband signe5several papers against medical advice to go home when the doctors had planned several tests we knew so little bit he came home. I was terrified. Well he could talk, walk with cruthches but I could see his personality was different just small things at first. He didn't step out the house for a year. I was doing everything now, I didn't have a support system, but I wasn't sure how to explain things I didn't want people to look at him weird or call him retarded. Well my pride and need to protect him made our lives alot harder. He had no insurance, the company he worked for wasn't helping it was up to me . I found my inner warrior through my sister trista price, and two cousins Amanda Gonzales mother of Dylan holladay, and Brittany guile. They picked up my spirits enough to get me through each day we were hungry alot and owed so much. And so many and people talked bad about us they didn't know why he wasn't working but I had decided I owe nobody an explanation, I owe myself my husband and that's all. Well it's been 10 years now I've worked day and night the people I least expected to stand by me and love were the ones that carried me. My friend javier Garcia and his wife Laura hermosilla were my angels they gave me the chance to help Americans in there lil store called del Rio. I started to be like a translate for tips, then one thing led to another and they kept me busy, on my feet gave me advice, called me on my bullshit when needed. My own father wouldn't even speak to me because my past I had been addicted to drugs. I had and have been clean I I've been amazing. I fought and am still fight a war for me and him he now has scar tissue putting pressure on his brain , appears to be scitzofrenia and loses memory often. He's like a small child but he tries. I won't let him feel sorry for himself he's alive and he's so loved by me and I FINALLY opened up to his family and am currently in Cuernavaca mexico where his family is at. My job awaits me but my husband need the support of his family and he's recovering it. They've been great and I see progress. Support, love, communication, faith, understanding, listening, but most of all sometimes people desperately need help but are afraid to ask or embarrassed,so keep our eyes open and pay enough attention to see that when someone is suffering so bad they shouldn't need to ask , we should see and offer even just an ear to listen. Thank u for letting me share my story my life my journey. Thank you to my sister trista price and cousins Amanda Gonzales Brittani guile, Javier and laure Garcia, my rendon family. And my best friend ROSA TAPIA