Archive for January, 2010
This is a true story that happened to my Phillipino friend, R. A., who lives in Saudi Arabia. I am forwarding his story with his permission. It is so beautiful that I promised him to share it. Thank you and God Bless you! He apologizes for his grammar and typos. I posted it in its raw beauty.
25th December 2007, my brother Jojo from Iraq was calling me but I wasn’t able to answer it due to our customers. At 4pm that day I was calling him back but unfortunately the cellphone didn’t work. So I worried because no communication for 1 week.J
January 02,2008 I received a message from the Philippines and they said that my brother got hospitalized and he had received major operation due to intestinal glands, liver and some parts of organs in his stomach. Due to lack of facilities in Iraq, the ambulance took him off to Aljahra hospital in Kuwait last January 01,2008 at around 5pm.
So when I heard about what’s happening with my brother, I used to call my family in Philippines to find out if he was O.K. But I didn’t now because I didn’t want to worry my family, especially my mother, and cause them to think too much about the situation of my brother in hospital.
I continuously called the nurses and the assigned doctor in his ICU, but they just said O.K., O.K. Everyone just said O.K. till 15th of January, 2008, when the doctor told me honestly that my brother was in coma and his condition was so serious that he could die at anytime.
I just cried silently over the phone and I whispered to God to please help him and forgive and just take me first before my brother. Any bad news I received from hospital about my brother, I never told my family back home because I want them to think that my brother was in good condition and fully recovered and that at anytime he might go back home.
But to be honest he was still unconscious. January 20,2008 I was calling to the hospital and the nurse told me that they needed more blood and they asked me to provide blood. I asked them how I could do that since I was in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. So I called them again and again to get a blood donor from a Filipino or ask the blood bank to put it for my brother. Believe me Mercy I couldn’t sleep and work properly because of thinking so much about my brother.
I kept praying, praying and praying. Then again I called them up January 22,2008. The nurse in ICU section was talking to me and she knew me already as the brother of their patient..I ask her softly again asking about the condition of my brother.. She said oh thank God because we provided blood for your brother. No need to worry for him.
Ahhh .. I was in deep breathe .. and oh God thank you. You answered our prayers.
January 25,2008 again I called and they requested for me to come to Kuwait because they needed me to sign the papers because they were going to open the throat and to put a tube in so he could breathe. When I heard this, I felt something like a thousands tons of steel.
I told them .. please do something that you don’t need to put hole in his throat. But they said just try to come immediately if you can. I told them in loud voice I can’t go there and my boss is out of Saudi Arabia and he’s the only one can give me permission to go there!
Then they talked softly and said, please…if you want to see your brother alive come and help him for what we ask (signature ). I just kept praying and I told all my customers,relatives and family and all passersby here in Jeddah that I need your help. Please…I’m not asking you to give material things. What I need is a PRAYER for my brother to recover.
Also I e-mailed Arabs news paper (Saudi leading news paper) in Philippines and the TFC channel worldwide (the filipino channel)to let everyone know that I have a brother in the Al Jarha hospital in Kuwait. I don’t ask material things. What I need is only the presence of the people who read the news about my brother to give him a big support.
Thanks to God, it worked. Now they no longer needed me to come to sign on the paper because there was no longer the need to open his throat. But I told my self I have to go with him and give him a big support because I visualized him alone in room and still unconscious. It was very hard for him.. And still I did not say anything bad to my family back home.
February 01, 2008 I arranged by myself all the documents to go to Kuwait to take care of my brother for 3 weeks because my boss gave me only three weeks vacation. I really don’t care about the expenses. What mattered most was to see him and give him a big support. I went to Kuwait embassy here in Jeddah but they refuse to give me a visa. I searched for the email address of my brother’s employer and thank God I found it and immediately emailed them for visa. Believe me mercy within 3 hours I received a visa.
February 06,2008 at 4pm, I traveling by SAPTCO bus Jeddah to Dammam for 21 hours in the middle of the dessert. But my confidence and determination and positive thinking and FAITH in GOD carried me through. I reached Damman terminal and the customs where they asked me for my original visa. I explain that I obtained my visa through the email. Then he looked at me and he said, O.K., you may go. You look like you are a good man.. Oh thank you God bless you..I immediately went to another bus going to Kuwait. Again it took 6 hours traveling. When we reached Saudi Arabia and Kuwait border, I was stopped by the two customs officials because my visa was not original. I believe they held me about two days because the one who had signed my visa had gone to Lebanon at that time..
Oh my God, I said to myself.. we are in the middle of the dessert and there’s no coffee shop and rest. I was sitting there when a Pakistani family came to me and ask me where was I going. I told them I wanted to visit my brother and he was in Aljara hospital ..they said oh sorry to hear that. But what are you going to eat? I told them as long as there’s water it’s O.K. for me. I thought they had left for Kuwait, but they came back after 15 minutes and gave a bag of food. What a kind-hearted family.. I told them thanks a lot.
Then February 9, a Syrian couple picked me up and gave me a ride to Kuwait City. I didn’t really know the place but I just kept asking and asking till I finally reached Aljahra hospital at exactly 9pm. My brother had just been transferred to ward section and that day he just came conscious. I saw that he was very thin and dehydrated. As I approached him slowly and he just opened his eyes and looked at ceiling.
I spoke loudly and asked him three times, do you know me brother? He looked at me about 10 minutes then he cried and cried without sounds because there was something on his mouth. What did I tell you! I told you I would come to you to take of you, to support you and we really love you. Don’t cry out loud because I am your brother that will give you big support. And he was so happy when I told him those words.
What I had read from the books I shared with him. Giving him daily massage therapy, helping him to eat, to walk, to talk again, to smile. And I told him we are guided by ALMIGHTY God, He’s the reason you’re back and recovered.
I prayed in front of him night and day, bringing him fresh fruits, and giving him hot soup, etc. to get back his natural color and freshness of his skin. Before I left, they told me that everything’s going to be O.K. with you brother and that time I called my family back home and for the first time since he was in serious condition, they heard my brother’s voice.
I was so happy for my brother and for my self because what I gave to him is from everyone, not only from me. I gave thanks to all the nurses and the doctor who helped my big brother and also the janitors and all the staff I saw in hospital. I bought new a cellphone for my brother and taught him again how to use it.
I left Kuwait on February 26,2008. I gave thanks to God because of HIM my mission had succeeded. On April 04, 2008 I sent my brother back to Philippines and all my love ones out there were so happy and grateful to me. Now my brother lives happily with his family and my mom, too.
Hope you understand it and I am so glad that I share this with you.. First time in my life to write like this because it is my own experienced. I called it about “LOVE and CARING”E. God bless us… I am always inspired by the love and grace of some rare people in this world. They truly angels in human form!
This miracle story submitted by “M.R.” from MN for her friend from the Philippines
Note: Some grammatical corrections were made after the story was submitted in order to insure that the heart of the story came through.
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My story is actually about my son. On August 3rd 2009, my 12 year old son R. rode his bicycle through a red light and was hit by 2 SUVs. Against all odds my son survived.
My son lost; 1 kidney and half his liver, broke his pelvis, crushed 1 lung and lost 46 pints of blood through surgery(platelets, plasma, and red blood cells). My son has been nick-named “The Miracle Come Back Kid” by his friends and teachers.
Many good things have come out of this Miracle of life my son was given, such as; lectures on bike safety, interviews, commercials, blood drives, video, cartoon book, clothes line, and we were invited to go on the Maury Show. You can visit our website at http://www.miraclecomeback.com
I just wanted to share this with everyone. When you think you got it bad, someone out there has got it worse.
This miracle story was submitted by “B.M.” from WI.
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November 2, 2009 my best friend Charles was killed in a car accident. On January 13 2010 My four friends and myself (age 17) were driving around because we were bored. Everyone in the car was really close to Charles. At an intersection a van t-boned my car. By the way the van who it me was driven by a drunk driver and it was a hit n’ run. My air bags didn’t go off. I should be dead.
I can’t remember anything but a voice that said “I’m here.” And I walked away with little injuries. That night I woke up talking to myself, and I believe I was talking to Charles. I remember waking up saying “But it hurts so much.” I believed Charles saved my life.
This miracle story was submitted by “A.P.” from OH.
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I was new Christian, on fire for the Lord. Like so many “new” Christians before me, I was eager to make an impact on the world, by saving souls and spreading the word. But I didn’t really have any gift for teaching or preaching, or so I thought.
I worked at a small grocery store in our home town. I never saw anyone but the locals until one day the cash register needed to be repaired. Business had been really slow and I was the only one working when the repairman came. He was a pleasant looking fellow, with sad eyes. He looked as though he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. As soon as I laid eyes on him the Lord spoke to my heart, “Tell him about me. Tell him why you love me.”
So I began to pour out of me all the love that God had shown me. The repairman worked and I talked, all the while he never made a comment. I would pause from time to time to check with the Lord to see if I should continue to talk. Basically for 45 minutes I talked. Finally the repairman said, “I’m going to have to take this in to the shop. I’ll bring you in loaner from the truck and then I’m going to tell you something.”
“Oh boy,” I thought, dreading what he might say. The repairman returned with the loaner, hooked it up and turned to me and said,”You don’t know me and you don’t know anything about me but I’m a preacher at a small church in Stillwater. I repair registers through the week to pay the bills but I preach on Sunday. But lately, I’ve felt like I’m wasting my time. Nobody’s getting anything out of my sermons. I felt like I was a dry river bottom rather than rivers of living waters flowing from me.
So on the way down here today I poured my heart to God. I said if I’m suppose to keep preaching then you’re going to have to send me somebody to convince me. If not, Sunday will be my last day in the pulpit. I was ready to quit.” He paused for a moment, with tears in his eyes. “You did it, you’ve convinced to continue preaching. For that I thank you.”
Through tears of my own, I watched as he turned and walked from the store. A great lesson was learned that day, it’s not hard to work for the Lord. You need only to follow His lead and good things happen. God loves His children and he appoints their steps.
This miracle story submited by “M.H.” from OK
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Approximately 10 years ago, on a freezing July night, the cold, hard, truth hit me like a freight train. NO ONE WAS COMING TO MY RESCUE.
On our bedroom floor, my wife was giving birth to our son. He’d come so quickly that we had just called the hospital to tell them we were on our way. But we never made it out of the house.
The complication was he was breech; and when he had come out to his shoulders, the contractions stopped and he stopped coming. My wife and I stayed calm, but for all my trying I just could not get his head out. While this was happening my sister had called an ambulance, but we were stuck in this position for about 15 minutes before they arrived and were able to fully deliver him.
What I didn’t realize was that the umbilical cord was obstructed and our baby was suffering from asphyxiation. When he was finally born our boy was blue and his heart rate was 40 beats per minute when it should have been 140 beats per minute. As the paramedics worked on our son, pumping oxygen into his lungs, with a hand pump, I went outside to talk to God.
I’d been studying faith at a local church for a while, and had achieved some small successes. One of the scriptures that has always impressed on me the most was Mark 11:24 “Whosoever shall say unto this mountain, be though removed and be though cast into the sea, and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he says shall come to pass, He shall have whatsoever he says.”
This scripture told me I had to take responsibility in the situation, and not wait for something to happen, but make something happen. I felt strength flow through me as I reminded God what this scripture said. I told God that I was not going to ask for anything but that I was going to take control of the situation. I had a strong belief that parents are supposed to protect their children, not just naturally but spiritually as well.
I also could not accept the idea that a child would be born just to die ten minutes later. After my conversation with God I felt fearless and determined. When I went back into the house the main paramedic pulled me aside and asked me if he could have a word with me. With a grim look on his face and.” It’s amazing how quickly people will change their mind and come into agreement with you when you are clear and absolute about something.
Upon entering the hospital I repeated with conviction “No he’s going to make it, He’s gonna be just fine,” to any one that spoke to me. As I stood back and watched Doctors and Nurses buzzing around my son in a hive of activity, things became surreal. A smiling woman in a white coat approached, “You know when they called in, I thought they’d be bringing in a dead baby, but it’s a miracle, they’ve done a great job, he’s looking good.”
Of course our baby did survive. But the next day he was placed in intensive care. At a meeting with the head of intensive care, the Doctor explained to us that our baby was “fitting” and this was most likely because he would have suffered brain damage and organ damage due to the lack of oxygen he received during birth. At this point, once again I reassured the Doctor, “No, don’t worry, he’s going to be just fine.”
Because of what we had just been through, I thought there’s no way I’m going to start backing off now. About this time we were interviewed by the hospital psychologist, to see how we were handling the fact our baby would be severely handicapped. After the meeting my wife sneaked a peek at the psychologist’s clipboard and notes. Among other things, my wife noticed the statement “This couple is not prepared for failure.” It was not written as a positive statement, but I found it incredibly empowering.
The ward was divided into ten sections. Section one for the sickest babies and our son was in this section. Some babies are in section one for months and some never get well. However, within two days our son was in section three and in three days he was in section nine. Within another three days we were taking him home in absolutely perfect condition.
Since that time I have pushed myself to learn as much as possible about this incredible power that saved my son’s life. What I have learned I have applied to many different areas of my life. I have used this power to transform my near bankrupt, failing business into a thriving prosperous company that has allowed me an income that has totally changed my lifestyle.
I have seen this power make cancer and arthritis completely disappear from people’s bodies. I have seen it transform children with learning difficulties and sleeping problems into peaceful intelligent, happy kids.
I have seen it do many incredible, wonderful things in relationships, and every area of life. I believe this power controls the world, and I believe it exists for the benefit of mankind. I truly believe it’s the answer to every obstacle we face.“And you shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free.” John 8:32 Get Excited! It’s Time to Overcome! For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith. 1 John 5:4
comments: Shayne Hammond is a faith teacher and life coach who donates his time free of charge to assist those that know they are capable of achieving more than they are currently experiencing, but don’t know how to go about it. Please visit http://www.shaynehammond.com to learn more.
This miracle story was submitted by “S.H.” from Australia
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Praying is a huge part of my life. It seems that every time I pray I feel that God is listening very careful to me.
Last year, on the month of July, I was set to go to Singapore for an international program. Unfortunately, two days before my trip I got sick. Being sick at that time was a REALLY BAD THING because it was when the influenza virus H1n1 struck out.
So I did every thing. I got blood tests, drank my medicine and the like. I was desperate. I didn’t want to miss this trip. I then resorted to praying to St. Jude, the patron of desperate situations. I prayed his novena.
And you know what, an amazing thing happened while I was praying. I could feel my body cool down and the sickness going away. As if I was automatically healing. I thought that the fever would come back but it didn’t. I was in good health. My feelings at that time were so overwhelming.
I actually experienced a real miracle. Although some might say that I was bound to get well anyway, I still believe that my prayer and faith saved me.
This miracle story was submitted by G. A. from the Philippines