Cynthia Davila
Born on December 17th, 1956 in Alice, Texas.
The most tremendous experience that I've had was in February 7th, 1980, when I had my car accident. I had gone out with a friend of mine. We went to go play pool, and we started meeting friends. But then one of the guys, he says, let’s go to Nuevo Laredo. So my friend says, come on, let's go. But we were going to go drop off her car and go in his car. So we get on the highway and then we get on Corpus. As a matter of fact, this street right here. And when we get up to Cedar, she says, you know what, I'm going to get ahead of him.
I don't know, something told me to turn around and the car was keeping up with us. I'm right here and he's right here, and she's going to get into the lane. He crashed into us on my side. It hit right here. And we weren't wearing seatbelts, so I broke the windshield. I was unconscious. When I wake up, I'm, I can feel something running. And I looked like that, it was blood. And I was hurting on this side. And I look over here and the car was right there. There was no way out for me and I was in pain. fire department came. They had to get the Jaws of Life to open the door. That was, those were the ones that took me to the ER.
But the following day - because that was February the seventh - on February the eighth I had an appointment with my gynecologist. Because I knew, I had a funny feeling that I was pregnant. So when I'm there in the ER and I wake up there, I tell the nurses to take precautions because I think I might be pregnant. But I could hear far away that the nurse was saying, she probably lost it because she's lost a lot of blood.
My, I crumbled. But I started, I was just talking to God. I said, no God. If it’s my time, okay, take me. But I don't want to lose my baby. I know that I'm pregnant. And I, I travel into this place, this light. And it's beautiful. And I hear this voice. And I see this white feet. And then I feel something. And that, and he tells me, don't despair, dear. Everything's going to be fine. And he told me I was going to have a boy.
I break, I wake up of my consciousness. The doctor comes in and tells me I’m eight weeks pregnant, if I want an abortion. And I said no. So I waited nine months. And I have a son that's 44 years old.