On Saturday, January 21 around 1:50am my son, Matthew Zeigler was in a horrible single vehicle accident. He flipped his car and was trapped inside. They say he hydroplaned due to bald tires or tried to avoid a deer and crossed the left lane, or a combination of both, hit an embankment, flipped the car multiple times and slid 100ft and the car rested on the roof. He has no memory from the drive itself, or up until 4 days later in the hospital. His hand was most likely crushed from flying out the drivers window and being crushed by the drivers side door/roof pillar when the car finally settled on the roof. My son Matthew laid knocked out cold, bleeding out for 20 minutes, trapped upside down in the car. We thought his Apple Watch saved his life with it's SOS feature but after getting the opportunity to talk to the officer, and one of the firefighters there that saved his life that night, it was a woman driving on this dark, lonely, rural back road who found him and stayed with him. His literal guardian Angel.

He's still in the hospital and will require multiple surgeries. He has already had over 12, last one was earlier today (2/6/2023). When he showed up to the hospital that morning Saturday the 21st, they immediately amputated his middle finger, but gave him an option to keep his index. My son ultimately said to keep it but after understand the amount of work that has to be done to keep the pointer finger, with very little movement or if any at all.. we decided to amputate. They amputated his index finger Monday, January 30th.

He has been trying to keep his spirits high, as it was his left hand, and he's left-handed. But he continues to struggle emotionally. One day at a time.

We are unsure when he will leave the hospital, and each day is a struggle but we continue as God is on our side. Please help us financially for all the medical bills and for later down the road, a prosthetic hand/fingers for an easier quality of life and getting back to doing what he loves to do.

Yea this will be long...

I'll be honest I'm an emotional wreck right now. I can't remember anything and I just have so many questions like why? How? What really happened that night? Why am I not dead? Seriously, why am I not dead?...

It's overwhelming my thoughts and I can't think straight or sleep much - but I'll never really fully understand, I'll probably never get the full memories back and maybe that's for the better. I just know God was with me that entire time and for those long, dark 3 weeks at the hospital. I'm finally home and it feels so good. It's like a bittersweet moment. I was given life back, and I am once again finally getting the opportunity to sit down and eat dinner with Tyler and Lindsey like we always used to.

I finally figured out who that girl was that stopped and called 911 and saved my life. She called me yesterday and explain so much. She said when she stopped and ran up to the car, I was kicking trying to break the passenger window glass to get out and just screaming. She said she didn't know what I was saying, but I know I calling out for Tyler and Chandler to save me. She knocked on the glass, tried to open the door and couldn't and told me "it's gonna be all right" and "she's getting help". She ran back to her car, called 911 and said a prayer asking God to take all my pain away. She said as soon as she was done praying, I stopped screaming. She stayed with me the entire time until I was put in the ambulance and drove away. I woke up in the hospital with this nightmare, that I was at my job at UPS trapped under boxes. They kept piling on top of me. I laid on the floor kicking, with all my energy trying to get these boxes to get out and I just couldn't... I end up stopping and just laying there telling myself it's gonna be all right and to breathe. It's finally true, that's not a nightmare, that's my memory - it's just so messed up that I thought I was at work, like my brain is trying to protect me. I wasn't kicking boxes. I was trying to kick my glass out. I thank God every day for her. She said she doesn't normally take that road and It's been a long time since she has. She said she was just a vessel in God's plan. For me, she's my guardian angel. Reilly, thank you, you may not see this but if you do thank you again. I'll never stop saying that. You saved my life.

Thank you everyone who shown support and love, those that messaged me, those that showed up and visited me during that three week stay - you have no idea how much that actually helped mentally and how much I seriously appreciate that. Distracting my brain and helping me heal. It's all I ask for. I struggled before this with depression, suicidal thoughts, thinking I'm not good enough, and then adding this on top, it really does not help...but I just keep telling myself, one day at a time, I will get through this and with all the love and support from everyone, I know I can. I could write for hours, but I'll stop for now. Just know, those who supported me, I'll never forget you. I'll never stop thinking about you. I really can't thank you all enough. I love all of you guys.