IN 1961, PATSY CLINE FLEW THROUGH A WINDSHIELD IN A HEAD-ON CRASH. THE WOMAN IN THE OTHER CAR DIED IN FRONT OF HER. PATSY MADE THEM TREAT THE OTHER VICTIMS FIRST. “Jesus was here, Charlie. He took my hand and told me, ‘No, not now.'” At the time, Patsy was finally breaking through — “I Fall to Pieces” climbing the charts, the Grand Ole Opry calling her a regular, Nashville opening its doors after years of closed ones. Then June 14th. A car in the oncoming lane tried to pass. Didn’t see them. Dottie West got to the scene and pulled glass out of Patsy’s hair with her bare hands. The woman driving the other car — and her five-year-old son — died right there on the pavement. Patsy was thrown through the windshield. Broken wrist. Dislocated hip. A jagged gash across her forehead that would never fully heal. She spent a month in the hospital. “I Fall to Pieces” hit number one while she lay there in bandages, unable to sit up. Six weeks later she was back on the Opry stage — on crutches, wearing a wig to hide the scars, singing “Crazy” like nothing had happened. She wore bandanas and heavy makeup for the rest of her life. But Charlie said Patsy was different after that night. She started giving her things away. She started talking about God like she’d already met Him. And there’s something she told Dottie West on a dark Tennessee highway eighteen months later — a sentence only three people ever heard — that still makes country singers go quiet when it’s repeated…
Patsy Cline Walked Away From Death Once — And Never Quite Looked at Life the Same Again By the summer…