A NIGHT OF MIRACLES: One day after being told to prepare for the WORST, Maya Edmond’s family broke down in tears as they witnessed the MIRACLE of their 12-year-old daughter — leaving even DOCTORS in utter astonishment

Just days after a mass shooting at Tumbler Ridge Secondary School in British Columbia left multiple children dead and dozens wounded, one young survivor’s story is emerging as a rare beacon of hope amid grief and devastation.

On February 10, 2026, 12-year-old Maya Gebala — known to friends and family as a spirited hockey player and fiercely loyal classmate — was critically injured when she was shot twice, in the head and neck, while trying to lock a library door to protect her classmates during the attack.

Her mother, Cia Edmonds, was initially warned by doctors that the damage to Maya’s brain was likely too severe for her to survive the night. In heartbreaking posts shared with supporters, Edmonds described the initial prognosis as bleak,

writing that her daughter “was fighting for her life” as surgeons worked to control bleeding and stabilize her condition at BC Children’s Hospital in Vancouver.

Yet what followed has stunned both her family and medical staff: Maya began to show signs of responsiveness that were never expected so soon after such grave trauma.

By the second day of her hospitalization, Edmonds reported that Maya had moved — even tiny impulses like a hand twitch and a leg kick — and even coughed for the first time.

These movements, while small, were described as extraordinary by her mother and loved ones, offering a glimmer of grace in a time of heartbreak.

“She’s moved — it’s stimulus, a kick, a hand move, but it’s something!” Edmonds wrote, emphasizing both the fragility and miraculous nature of the progress.

Throughout this time, the family’s story has captured widespread compassion and solidarity. A fundraising campaign launched by relatives rapidly drew attention and support from across Canada — even attracting advocacy from notable figures within the hockey community —

recognizing Maya not only for her courage but for the pride she brought to her small hometown.

Despite these hopeful signs, doctors continue to caution that the road ahead will be long, uncertain, and fraught with challenges. The extent of neurological injury remains unclear, and long-term recovery — if possible — is expected to require extensive rehabilitation and care.

Still, for Cia Edmonds and those who stand with her, each small movement from Maya is celebrated as nothing short of a miracle — a testament to the strength of family, community support, and human resilience in the darkest of times.

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