Posted on 11/09/2019 7:21:00 AM PST by daniel1212
4L8r
Amazing. Who ever heard of such a thing as a vanishing hitchhiker?
Alien abduction.
We were at a prayer service for healing a teen-ager at church. He had terminal cancer and came up to the front, frail and bald and leaning on the arm of his grandfather. It has a tremendous service.
As everyone was leaving, Hubs and I noticed two very clean cut young men standing at the back of the church.
I can’t emphasize how perfect they looked, in suits and ties ... at steaming hot evening church service in the Midwest. Somehow they didn’t look real.
They didn’t interact with anyone but when Hubs and I were both trying to “place” them, they nodded politely but didn’t say a word. I had a crazy thought that maybe they were angels.
In the car afterward Hubs said, “Did you see those two guys? I wonder if they were angels - the boy’s angel and the angel of our church.”
The church had prayed for perfect healing for the boy and that God’s will be done. He passed away a couple of weeks later.
Sunscreen. Hat. Sunglasses.
Later.
UFOs 1999 Annandale NJ......circling the sky....there were 8 of us watching....my neighbors son couldn’t sleep for a week......
The a##clown got the Nobel peace prize for nothing before the start of his first term....................and in 8 years still nothing
In 2012, I had planned quadruple bypass open heart surgery and a valve repair at the nearby VA hospital. But what happened 2 days after surgery was not planned.
Lying in bed in the SICU, with my wife at the end of the bed on a visit, the techs rolled me over in bed to do an X-ray and I threw a pulmonary embolus and stopped breathing. Then my heart flatlined. I was dead unless something happened quickly.
The only cardio-surgeon left in the hospital at the time had to bust open my recently closed chest and hand-massage my heart to beating again. After almost 8 minutes, my heart started beating on its own again. But they couldn't close my chest back up because the SICU was not a sterile environment and they were afraid of infection.
So the next day, they wheeled me back into the operating room to hook me up to the equipment to make sure everything was still working okay, then wired my breast bone back together for the second time in three days but left the chest wound and cavity open.
I had an open chest wound for two months and it was closed little by little with a wound vacuum dressing. I had two blood transfusions and spent 5 weeks in the hospital instead of the standard 5 days after the open heart surgery.
I eventually went home and slowly got better and stronger. 3 years later I was pretty much back to full strength after a lot of rehab and exercising.
On a followup visit to the hospital one day, in a chance encounter in the hallway, I ran into the surgeon who saved my life that day three years earlier by hand-massaging my heart back to normal sinus rhythm. He actually remembered me and took 5 minutes or so to talk and ask how I was doing.
He told me that in his 40 plus years as a cardio-surgeon, he had to crack open the chest and hand massage the patient's heart on several occasions because of life or death situations like my own.
But what he told me next, floored me. He said that of the few times he had done it over the years, that I was the very first patient who had survived and recovered. It was inexplicable as to shy I survived and the others didn't, he said. He called it a miracle.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I cried right there in the hallway, hugging this man who had literally saved my life in the face of what he knew was a high risk technique that had little chance of success. I will never forget that moment.
To this day almost 8 years later, when I think about it, and as I write these comments, I get tears in my eyes because of the miracle of God and the skills of this surgeon and his medical team who had saved my life.
For the grace of God and this surgeon's efforts, I am as heathy as ever and back working on my cattle farm daily and enjoying our two year old grand daughter who we have recently adapted.
That's my story and I am sticking to it.
The devil has his proxy servants. Worse it yet to come. The day will come when this one will seem conservative in comparison. Seek the Lord while He may be found, and work while it is still day.
To her credit , she always offered to get us out of debt, not into it.
Yikes! Sounds like something I would do. No wonder I missed it.
Technically not necessarily contrary to know laws, but certainly the grace of God.
Big Mike being hailed around the globe as a fashion icon.
Well it’s worth what we paid for it
What he was telling me was that there is no guarantee doing what he did to me, hand-massaging my heart back to normal sinus rhythm, was going to work even if it was tried. And it hadn't worked the few times he had done it before. I was the first for him to pull through. But in life and death situations you do what you can do to change the inevitable outcome. Living versus dying.
But as a doctor, he said he had a professional responsibility to try and save any patient's life no matter what the risk. But not all survive even with the effort to save them.
In his career and practice, he said it was a miracle I survived and wasn't a vegetable afterwards because of lack of oxygen to the brain during the procedure.
indeed
Oops?
Sometimes the clean-cut young men are Mormon Elders.
Perhaps you just missed their badges.
Google "The Finders" "FBI"
Then you will truly see how low some will go to sacrifice their children.
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