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I’m originally from is El Salvador. At the age of 5 months, on May 8, 1980, I was adopted by two loving parents from the United States. During the 5 months that I was in El Salvador, the country was going through its own Civil War. The orphanage that I was at didn’t have the necessities an infant needs to be properly taken care of. Therefore, my parents were sending money down to them so I could get that care.
Unfortunately, the money was being used towards weapons for underground criminals. When my parents arrived to take me to my new home, I was very malnourished. I was very sick with various illnesses throughout my childhood because of this. My Mom was taking me to doctors’ appointments because of things varying from ear infections to strep throat. I even needed to be hospitalized for asthma. Not much was known about asthma back then, so many doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. My Mom would spend the day at the hospital with me and my Dad would come to the hospital at night. Every night they would sit in my hospital room while I slept.
In 1985, my Mom found out that she was suffering from diabetes and needed to be on insulin. Twenty-four years later, she found out that her kidneys were failing due to the aforementioned reason. She needed a kidney transplant.
Immediately, I told my Dad that I would be willing to donate my kidney to her. My parents, being the loving parents that they are, didn’t want me to go through a procedure like that. Blood relatives offered, but due to their own medical complications, they were unable to do so.
I kept on pursuing to be tested in order to find out if I would be an organ and tissue match for my Mom. From July of 2009 to September of 2009, my Mom and I were going through many tests to see if this would be the case. In October of 2009, we as a family learned that my Mom and I were a perfect tissue and organ match.
On Monday, October 12, 2009, we had the surgery. It was a complete success! The doctor said the surgery went very well and there were no complications! It is now over a year later, and the kidney is working very well!
I like to tell everyone this story, not because I want to sound like a hero,(I believe God did all the work. I just volunteered) but because I want people out in the world to know that miracles do happen!
Around the time that this was happening, my Dad emailed our local news station (without my Mom’s or my own knowledge at first). The station interviewed us on the miracle. You can view the video of the broadcast below:
I hope everyone enjoys this miracle, just as much as I enjoyed doing this for my Mom!
This story was submitted by J.S. from MA
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Lots of people experience miracles every day in many ways. We don’t limit this site just to miracle stories based on religious beliefs. Please submit your written story In the form on the right. If you have a video or picture to submit, please mention that in the comments section and we’ll email you for the links.
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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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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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I was born February 13, 1995 and when I was born, I had a problem breathing. The nurses didn’t know what was wrong. They did tests and a lawyer in Utah said he read an article in the newspaper about this rare thing. My birth or biological mom and dad both had recessive genes so they collided and made a glitch. The nurses tested my blood twice and confirmed that I had the rare thing. I was dying fast.
So they said they could either do surgery or put me down. My adoptive mom and dad said they weren’t giving up. So they called every doctor in every state until they found one that knew what to do. They talked to the doctor in Maryland on the phone to see what they could do. The doctor said he had heard of it and the babies who had it got lung transplants.
And that’s what happened. They rushed me from St. George, Utah to Los Angeles, California and got me to Children’s Hospital Los Angeles. There is when Dr. Starns did surgery… a double lung transplant. The lung donor was from a baby who got crushed in a car accident. His heart went to another baby. When they say that the baby who was in the car accident is not alive.. it’s not true… he’s alive.. inside me. I’m still alive today and I’m a happy 14 year old. They said I wasn’t going to make it till kindergarten… but they were wrong… I lived.
I don’t remember having the surgery or being born but I know that wherever I go, God is always with me no matter what. He’s always helping me whenever I’m right or wrong. I’m very lucky and I’m lucky to have great parents. My birth or biological parents couldn’t keep me because they were too young, but they chose my adoptive parents and I’m glad they chose them. Just being alive is my miracle.
This story was submitted by “T.W.” from CA.
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It was Oct. 8th, 2001, a day that seemed like the world would end. Our second oldest grandson, Logan, had been ill with infections of several types. Finally his mommy, my daughter, Danielle, decided to request blood tests from the doctor, having that motherly intuition that Logan had leukemia.
Her worst fears were realized…Logan had AML, the worst type of leukemia. He was rushed to the Hershey Medical Center in Hershey, Pa., where he was given a 20% chance of survival. As his grandfather, I contacted every email prayer chain I could find on the internet…later receiving emails from around the world from groups and churches that were praying.
Chemotherapy was difficult for us to watch and witness, but Logan at age two was a trooper. I spent one night in the hospital with Logan to give his mommy and daddy a chance to be at home with their other children. That night I talked to my Savior, Jesus, for hours as I watched Logan trying to sleep during the therapy. I can’t say that Jesus audibly answered my requests, but He heard me and a healing began in this little child.
Several months later he was considered in remission with a few minor problems. They noticed a “mass” around his heart and some rare type of “bug” was in his bowel system, neither of which the doctors knew how to cure. More prayers and more talking to Jesus….and within a few months both problems disappeared.
Logan has been in remission for 6-1/2 years now and is as healthy as any nine year old could be. He is on the swim team, plays baseball, ice hockey, and frolics with his siblings. He takes no medications of any type and his immune system is perfect.
The only thing we do every day now is thank Jesus for His healing touch.
This miracle story was submitted by “I.B” from PA.
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A few years ago,a friend and I took our boys swimming at a local beach. It was a very hot day so the beach was very crowded. As the boys went out into the water, my friend and I sat nearby talking to each other but keeping a close eye on the boys.
A few seconds later we looked back out to check on them and I didn’t see my son. I got up and went closer to the water to see if I could see him in the large crowd of swimmers. What I saw next was the most frightening sight I’ve ever experienced.
My son had gone too far out into the water and was drowning. Every time he would come up he scream for help. Not being able to swim myself, I felt completely helpless as a mother. I began to yell for the lifeguards but no one seemed to hear me.
Finally, a tall man with long hair and a beard appeared carrying my son out of the water. I was so happy my son was safe I grabbed him from the man and hugged him as hard as I could.
When I turned around to thank the man, he was gone and no one but my son and I seemed to have seen him. To this day, we still believe that was an angel who pulled my son from that water. My son says he looked a lot like Jesus.
Thank you God for saving my sons life.
This miracle story was submitted by “A.K.” in OH.
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It was a beautiful autumn day, September 26, 2006, to be exact. Usually that time of year is still very hot in Houston, Texas, but not this particular day. The sky was Colorado blue and the temperature was in the upper 70’s with no humidity. That in itself was a miracle if you know anything about Houston weather!
It was my mother’s birthday and I was on my way to visit her gravesite. My mother had been with the Lord for about a year and a half by this time. About 2 weeks prior to her birthday, I found myself in the midst of major grief and depression.
I knew where my mother was for she loved the Lord Jesus with all of her heart. She taught all 10 of my brothers and sisters about the saving grace of Jesus. Still, my soul was heavy laden with sadness and I would cry at the drop of a match.
I drove myself to the cemetery and walked toward the grave and the bench we had placed nearby. I began to pray to God and thanked Him for the precious mother that He gave to me. I also asked the Father to give my mom a message for me. I asked Him if He would please tell my mother thank you for me and to tell her how much I love her and miss her. I also asked Him to give my mom and big birthday hug and kiss for me!
I was still very weepy and sad so I began to sing some hymns of praise and worship. I surely thought that putting a song in my heart and on my lips would lift me out of my despair but it did not.
It was almost time for me to pick my son up from school. I had been at the cemetery for about 1 1/2 hrs. singing and praying the entire time. As I walked back toward my car, I was just as sad as when I got there. I said to the Lord, “Please God, take this burden from me and replace it with your joy. Where I have sadness, give me happiness. Where I have brokenness, please give me your healing. I thank you, Father, for receiving my mother into Your Kingdom and I look forward to being with all of you. Please God, I cast this care upon you and ask You to handle it for me because it is much too overwhelming for me.”
As I prayed and made my requests known, I felt as if a huge, very heavy cloak was lifted off of my shoulders. The sensation was so real that I stopped in my tracks and turned around to look, fully expecting to see a this big, kingly cloak laying on the ground. I remember chuckling out loud and saying, “Thank you, God.”
Before I reached my car, two more “cloaks” were lifted off of my shoulders. I can honestly say that although I miss my sweet mother tremendously, it is well with my soul. I have not had another hard cry since that day. On my mother’s birthday, the Lord gave me a gift. It was the gift of grace from El Shaddai -the All Sufficient God!
This miracle story was submitted by “R.D.W.” in TX.
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One morning while driving in rush hour in heavy traffic going north on the Tri-state a truck with a trailer cut in front of me. I wasn’t going more than 60 and I stepped on the brake to slow down and suddenly my car swerved to the left and then to the right and then spun around with cars all around me.
I literally went across all three lanes. I did not hit one car. I was watching my car spin out of control and couldn’t do a thing to stop it! All I could do was grip the steering wheel and say Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God. I kept waiting for the impact of a crash. I finally came to a stop with my car facing west across two lanes with cars headed north toward me. I watched these cars stop one at a time and I felt like I was in a dream. It was slow motion and unbelievable.
I finally was able to get a hold of myself and pull over on the shoulder. The tears were literally just rolling down my face and I was in a complete state of shock. I looked around and all the surrounding cars seemed to be pushed aside. I looked up and said thank you. All I know is that was a true miracle. I did not hit one car and I wasn’t hit by one car. I cannot believe it still. It was THE most terrifying moment of my life. I know without any doubt God was there. There’s no other explanation.
This miracle story was submitted by “E” from IL.
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My parents got divorce about a year and a half ago and at the age of 17, I kind of turned to alcohol and my friends to make myself feel better. Since my dad was verbally abusive toward me, I tried anything to get him off my mind.
On January 20, 2006, a month ago me and 2 guy friends, Alex and Brad, [not real names] were on our way to Plato, to get some alcohol. We ended up staying at Steve’s house in Plato to drink. After a bottle of vodka and Mike’s hard lemonade between me and Alex, we were feeling pretty invincible.
Eric called us from Arlington, which is about 15 minutes away, and wanted us to come pick him up. So Alex and I got into my moms ’98 grand prix and drove to Arlington. After picking up Eric we turned around to head back to Plato. As we were going out of town, Eric, who was in the back seat, recalled that I had the radio really loud and that I just floored it. About 5 minutes out of town was as far as we got. From what we know we were going about 95 mph and we hit the shoulder.
As I tried to correct the car we lost control and skidded into the other lane and into the ditch hitting a field approach, going airborne and hitting a telephone pole on the drivers side 6ft off the ground. The car spun around the pole and landed on a driveway on the other side.
I suffered a fractured vertebrae and Alex suffered a broken vertebrae but Eric only suffered a minor concussion. The back seat on the driver’s side was pushed three fourths of the way through the car. Had Eric or anyone else been sitting there, or had the car hit the pole any closer to my door, we would have died.
I hadn’t gone to church much after my parents divorce. But the Sunday before my accident was the first time I’d gone to church in 6 months. My mom believes that God was riding in that drivers side back seat and that he took the most crucial hit to spare us of our lives. I’ve gone to church since then. And I thank god everyday that all three of us can walk and are able to go on with our everyday lives.
Story submitted by “S.R.” in Minnesota on 2/26/2006