01/14/2025
20 years ago, on January 17, 1997, my twin sister and I ran away early in the morning. It was -9 degrees outside. No one knows exactly how long we were gone, but as soon as our dad realized we were missing, he called the police. The officers didnât know where to start searching. They got stuck going up a hill and had to get out to figure out how to free the car. Then Officer Kister found footprints leading into an alley. He followed the tracks and found our shoes. Eventually, Officer Kister and Officer Wagner found us in the snow. My sister Kourtney was kneeling next to me and said, âPlease, help my sister.â I was unconscious. The officers quickly took us to their cruisers and rushed us to the hospital.
On the way, Officer Wagner told me I was slowly dying in his arms. At the hospital, Kourtney was admitted, but because I was so close to death, I was airlifted to another hospital where a special doctor could do a warming blood transfusion. The doctor made two cuts in my body and warmed my blood. After that, I fell into a coma. Doctors werenât sure if I would wake up, and they warned my parents that I could have serious brain damage. But then, I woke up, and there were no signs of damage.
After months in the hospital and lots of physical therapy, we finally got to go home. Today, Iâm sharing our story because my sister and I owe everything to the Omaha Police Department, and to Officer Kister and Officer Wagner. We are so thankful, and I want people to hear this miracle. Police are good, God is good, and sometimes we all need a reminder of that.
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