I always wondered why my life was spared, if I was destined to do something. I don’t fear death, because I can feel what is beyond.
I have wondered if my purpose is to share this testimony. Sometimes I feel compelled to share this, even to strangers. Maybe that is my purpose.
That was in 1960, when they didn’t know there were diffent viral strains. One of the kids that died in my room was our Babtist preacher’s son.
I don’t feel to stand before groups to share, only to individuls.
I hope your testimony gave some peace to the Baptist preacher and his family.