But everything changed in a matter of moments, just two months ago, on the day before Thanksgiving—a day meant for gratitude and family that instead became a nightmare none could have predicted. That evening, five young people were traveling in a car down Lake Nichol Road, a rural stretch just outside of Tuscaloosa. The night was calm until suddenly the car swerved violently, throwing the passengers into chaos. In the terrifying seconds that followed, Chloe was ejected from the vehicle. Even worse, the car itself came to rest on top of her. Her mother Janese’s voice still trembles when she recalls the events: “God was with Chloe that night,” she says quietly, tears welling in her eyes. “There were no head injuries, which was a miracle, but she had injuries all over her body.”

The extent of Chloe’s injuries was nothing short of catastrophic. She suffered collapsed lungs, multiple broken ribs, a broken spine, and fractures to her tibia and fibula in her leg. Her heel was shattered, and she broke her tailbone and pelvis. Tragically, she lost a kidney and a spleen, and nearly half of her pancreas was destroyed. The list of injuries was so long and severe that each new detail was like another blow to everyone who loved her. Chloe was rushed first to Druid City Hospital in Tuscaloosa, but given the severity of her condition, she was quickly transferred to the University of Alabama at Birmingham (UAB) Hospital for specialized care. For a whole month, Chloe remained on a ventilator, her body held together by rods, screws, and staples, as she battled through pain that would have overwhelmed anyone else.

Yet Chloe is different. She is a fighter. Not only because she survived, but because she continues to fight—fiercely and relentlessly—driven by a love that defines her very being.

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