"God, send me an angel."
Those four words became Elizabeth Jones' only lifeline on the night everything changed.
What started as a crease in a pair of pants became the night that almost took her life.
Choked. Slammed. Beaten with closed fists in the middle of a sleeping neighborhood while carrying an unborn child - Elizabeth fought to survive not just one attack, but a series of events that would push her body, her faith, and her will to live far beyond what any person should ever have to endure.
What followed was worse than anyone could have imagined. A botched medical procedure. A punctured uterus. A collapsed lung. Life support. Eighty-five pounds on a hospital bed with tubes down her throat and her arms tied down to keep her from pulling them out.
She lost fifty pounds.
She lost her baby.
She almost lost her life.
But she did not lose herself.