When I was 22 months old, I was burned in a fire in Tampa, Florida. I was outside on a swing and my mother was watching me through the window and my father was at work. My mom turned around for a minute and I had wandered off to the utility room where the hot water heater was. There was a gasoline can there and I was curious so I played with it and the gas poured on me. The pilot light to the hot water heater flicked on and caused the gas on me to explode. My mom ran out and tryed pulling me out of the fire but all she kept getting was my skin. She finally managed to get me out and ran to the road screaming help. The nieghbours called 911 and I was rushed to the hospital in a helicopter, the doctors told my parents that I had a 1% chance I'd live through the night. My mom and dad went to the waiting room along with other family members and friends. They all prayed for me and comforted my family. The next day I was still alive, my body was so swelled up the had to slice parts of me open. I had to get skin on me to live which was developed by Shriners Hospital in Boston. I was flown in on a jet to Shriners Hospital. They took small amounts of skin from me that wasn't burned and grew new skin and placed it on me. After eight months I finally got to go home and had to learn how to walk and everything again. A few months later my knee developed something in it and the doctors once again didn't know what it was and told my parents I wouldn't make it. They called Shriners in Boston to see if they knew. They knew right away it was Cellutlitis. The doctors treated me for it and I lived. Over my life (I'm now 21), I've had over 200 surgeries, seriously I'm not lying, for lots of different things, from bone surgery to skin graphs. I became a christian at the age of 6. My wonderful dad told me about Jesus and how he died for my sins and the whole nine yards. I've lived for God my whole life or at least tried as much as I can. I knew the reason why I lived was from God. I'm a walking miracle thanks to God. In my teens years it was hard for me, life seemed depressing, people wouldn't stop staring at me, girls didn't like the way I looked. I went suicidal and thought God let me live to torture me. The church I went to made me feel like crap, they constantly told me I was a terrible Christian and I wasn't right and other things. They wanted nothing to do with me and wouldn't help. I left that church and went to another one that was a lot better. I went through a few girlfriends, each one either cheated on me or felt bad for me and later told me they didn't like me. None of them treated me good at all. In 1999 my father died unexpectidly in his sleep. It hit me hard but I knew he was in a better place now. In 2004 my Best Friend Chris's younger brother talked to me about a girl whose mother died of cancer, he figured I could help her out since I knew what it was like to lose a parent. So, I gave it a try. I talked to this girl and we became good friends, she went to church with me and later became saved. We started dating and then I asked her to marry me on Valentines day of 2005. On September 10, 2005 we got married and live in an apartment complex. On April 20th of this year (2006) at 3:05 P.M., my lovely daughter was born and thats where we are now to this day. The doctors told me and my parents that I'd never be able to walk, have my own children, laugh, or anything. That I would be a vegetable. Well, God has proved them wrong. I walk, run, laugh, everything a normal person does and I have a daughter. Well, that's my story, God has blessed me BIG time in my life and I thank him for it.