Post a *short* paragraph about your life.

[Inkachu]

I awoke to a loosed neck! But man did I have a headache! I never had a migraine, but I did what I imagined those who get them do. I threw up, again and again. But what is wrong with my legs? I wasn't drunk when I went to bed, but why can't I walk straight!? My head, oh it hurts. I need help! I was very consciouse of the fact that the only people around were me and the baby. He was sleeping soundly in the bedroom, not knowing of his mothers fear. What if I die, how long til someone comes looking for me? What about my baby!?

omgosh was it meningitis or what???

 

[deliciousBass]

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[WileyCoyote]

Awwww, you poor baby!!! That's awful!!!

My son is 7 .. sheesh ..

Yeah I know. There's no excuse.

 

[deliciousBass]

I was shook awake at 4 in the morning on a Saturday. The phone was ringing and I jumped up quickly to grab the phone. I worried in my mind what it might be, who calls at this hour? "Hello is this the Adam's county jail?". . . I stood there dumbfounded. Finally I said "Ma'am this is a dorm room at Valparaiso Univeristy. She replied "Oh well, do you happen to know the number of the Adam's county jail. (You would think its a prank but she's serious). So I get out my phone book and start flipping through it. After about 3 minutes of looking in my exhausted state I realized. . . "I've never even heard of Adams county"

Okay that one had me dying ROFL. Here's another from yours truly:

Summer in the Pacific Northwest was my favorite. I enjoyed playing outside and staying out 'til dark playing in the nearby wetlands or going to neighboring houses and checking out the newest Sega Genesis or Super Nintendo games my friends had. One particular summer will always stay with me...

Never had I been more exposed to how unfair the world was until one summer day in 1995, as my 13-year old brother was crossing the street on his way to the public library, he was hit by a speeding Corvette and broke both his legs in three places and damaged his bladder and genitals.

We still shared a room and that proved to be difficult for the both of us. He was going through puberty and at night he would break out into tears since with the erections came the writhing pain. I could only lay in bed pretending to be asleep... feeling helpless.

It took him several years to recover from that accident and he was changed forever... The hit-and-run driver was never caught.

 

[dluvs2trvl]

Yeah you're going to have to continue that story, D.

**taps on your shoulder** then what?

...thanks, bye.

I had spent the last couple of days letting the news sink in. My parents were trying to come to terms with the fact that their youngest child was going to die before either of them. My 3 siblings were feeling guilty that it wasn't one of them but the baby of the family. I was numb. I was afraid and I was angry.

Sunday morning came and I knew that I did not want to live my last year of life the same way I had just lived the last 3 days. I wanted to LIVE what time I had...I didn't want to wallow or be angry. So I went for prayer. I didn't ask for healing but I asked that the Lord would remove all fear from my heart and give me the peace that passes understanding.

So that is what the deacon prayed. He prayed that the Lord would bring calm and peace and the Joy Of The Lord to me and to my family as we walked the days ahead...I breathed in and I sighed...the belt that had been wrapped around my lungs tightening down every day for the past year was gone. I could breathe...I could breathe deep...and I could physically feel the air going into my lungs...lungs that just minutes before had been close to collapsing (per the doctor I had just visited days earlier). But not any more!!! They were full of precious air!!!

I saw the lung specialist one more time and he said that he wasn't sure where I got my brand new lungs but the ones he was looking at from the previous tests and the ones that he was seeing on the scan we had just done were two totally different sets of lungs!!!

He said that he had no explanation for what had happened - that medically nothing had been done for me or could have been done for me. So I told him what I happened. I told him that the Lord had healed me and he said that he couldn't argue with the facts and that it was a miracle.

That was five years ago!!!

(sorry db - that was way longer than a paragraph! )

 

[quitespirit]

Okay that one had me dying ROFL. Here's another from yours truly:

Summer in the Pacific Northwest was my favorite. I enjoyed playing outside and staying out 'til dark playing in the nearby wetlands or going to neighboring houses and checking out the newest Sega Genesis or Super Nintendo games my friends had. One particular summer will always stay with me...

Never had I been more exposed to how unfair the world was until one summer day in 1995, as my 13-year old brother was crossing the street on his way to the public library, he was hit by a speeding Corvette and broke both his legs in three places and damaged his bladder and genitals.

We still shared a room and that proved to be difficult for the both of us. He was going through puberty and at night he would break out into tears since with the erections came the writhing pain. I could only lay in bed pretending to be asleep... feeling helpless.

It took him several years to recover from that accident and he was changed forever... The hit-and-run driver was never caught.

Dude, what a kill joy

 

[dluvs2trvl]

Luther's middle of the night phone call story reminded me of this one...

It's 11:00 pm at night. The house is quiet as we are all asleep. The phone rings. My dad answers with a groggy hello. He says, "Ok, just be home by midnight" then hangs up and goes back to bed. My mom asks, "Who was on the phone?" My dad says, "It was Denise. She wanted to stay out an hour past her curfew and I told her that was fine." My mom laughs and says, "Honey, Denise has been in bed asleep for a half an hour!"

So somewhere out there was a poor high school girl who got grounded for coming home past curfew and to this day I'm sure she still maintains that she DID call home and DAD said she could stay out an hour longer!!!

 

[quitespirit]

I had spent the last couple of days letting the news sink in. My parents were trying to come to terms with the fact that their youngest child was going to die before either of them. My 3 siblings were feeling guilty that it wasn't one of them but the baby of the family. I was numb. I was afraid and I was angry.

Sunday morning came and I knew that I did not want to live my last year of life the same way I had just lived the last 3 days. I wanted to LIVE what time I had...I didn't want to wallow or be angry. So I went for prayer. I didn't ask for healing but I asked that the Lord would remove all fear from my heart and give me the peace that passes understanding.

So that is what the deacon prayed. He prayed that the Lord would bring calm and peace and the Joy Of The Lord to me and to my family as we walked the days ahead...I breathed in and I sighed...the belt that had been wrapped around my lungs tightening down every day for the past year was gone. I could breathe...I could breathe deep...and I could physically feel the air going into my lungs...lungs that just minutes before had been close to collapsing (per the doctor I had just visited days earlier). But not any more!!! They were full of precious air!!!

I saw the lung specialist one more time and he said that he wasn't sure where I got my brand new lungs but the ones he was looking at from the previous tests and the ones that he was seeing on the scan we had just done were two totally different sets of lungs!!!

He said that he had no explanation for what had happened - that medically nothing had been done for me or could have been done for me. So I told him what I happened. I told him that the Lord had healed me and he said that he couldn't argue with the facts and that it was a miracle.

That was five years ago!!!

(sorry db - that was way longer than a paragraph! )

WOW!!!
Do you do evangelism and tell this testimony?

 

[deliciousBass]

(sorry db - that was way longer than a paragraph! )

Don't worry about it, your story is simply amazing and inspirational. It had me on the edge of my seat hehe.

If I could change the title of the thread I'd change it to post a short story about your life.

 

[quitespirit]

omgosh was it meningitis or what???

I am unsure what is wrong, or how serious it is. I call my nurse grandmother and my doctor. But as I talk it is as if the pain interferes with my speech, like a microwave intefereing with a radio. I can barely muster a syllable at a time, let alone what words I need to use. I finally get some words out and the doc says to call 911.

*pardon the second paragraph!*
I go sit at the computer chair with my cell phone. A wave of numbness begins to invelop me. My tounge, on the left side, it's...swelling? My arm too! I need to call 911, but I can not push the buttons. I try over and over but keep hitting wrong buttons. Slurred speech, left sided weakness, tounge swelling, staggered gate...am I having a stroke!!?? I finally get all three numbers in the phone, I'm on hold with 911. I have an incoming call, it's my mom...

 

[Luther073082]

Luther's middle of the night phone call story reminded me of this one...

It's 11:00 pm at night. The house is quiet as we are all asleep. The phone rings. My dad answers with a groggy hello. He says, "Ok, just be home by midnight" then hangs up and goes back to bed. My mom asks, "Who was on the phone?" My dad says, "It was Denise. She wanted to stay out an hour past her curfew and I told her that was fine." My mom laughs and says, "Honey, Denise has been in bed asleep for a half an hour!"

So somewhere out there was a poor high school girl who got grounded for coming home past curfew and to this day I'm sure she still maintains that she DID call home and DAD said she could stay out an hour longer!!!

LOL thats funny.

 

[Mrs. Luther073082]

I was naked. I calmly started to wet my hair and then as I reached for the shampoo, I saw movement from between my feet. My eyes focused to see it. It was a creaturebeast as big as my toe. It could have mated with my toe and had toe babies. I screamed and the next thing I knew, I was outside of the shower and everything in the bathroom that was not supposed to get wet had gotten wet. I then proceeded to grab my robe and run away screaming, "ROOOOACCH". Soon the toe sized beast went to his watery grave in the toilet. The end. Fin.

 

[deliciousBass]

I was naked. I calmly started to wet my hair and then as I reached for the shampoo, I saw movement from between my feet. My eyes focused to see it. It was a creaturebeast as big as my toe. It could have mated with my toe and had toe babies. I screamed and the next thing I knew, I was outside of the shower and everything in the bathroom that was not supposed to get wet had gotten wet. I then proceeded to grab my robe and run away screaming, "ROOOOACCH". Soon the toe sized beast went to his watery grave in the toilet. The end. Fin.

LOL. I had to stifle my laughter in my cubicle.

Toe babies?!!?!

 

[quitespirit]

I am unsure what is wrong, or how serious it is. I call my nurse grandmother and my doctor. But as I talk it is as if the pain interferes with my speech, like a microwave intefereing with a radio. I can barely muster a syllable at a time, let alone what words I need to use. I finally get some words out and the doc says to call 911.

*pardon the second paragraph!*
I go sit at the computer chair with my cell phone. A wave of numbness begins to invelop me. My tounge, on the left side, it's...swelling? My arm too! I need to call 911, but I can not push the buttons. I try over and over but keep hitting wrong buttons. Slurred speech, left sided weakness, tounge swelling, staggered gate...am I having a stroke!!?? I finally get all three numbers in the phone, I'm on hold with 911. I have an incoming call, it's my mom...

November 15th, 2003- Lianne developed meningitis.
December 19th just before midnight...
I've been having good days and bad for over a month now. Some days I am fine, but tired. Others I can not eat or drink, and one day I slept for 20 hours. When it gets unbearable I wait for a window of relief and drive to mom's with the baby. She takes care of me.

I haven't drank in a month, and can't imagine trying. Strangly, my parade of men in various stages of relationship have disappeared all at once. From juggling calls through the day to nothing. Very odd.

I know I should get some rest but I want to read on the computer a bit more. It's hard, my vision is getting a bit wierd. I read a poem just about midnight on December 20th 2003 that is just a poem, but God uses it as the last move in this month long plan. 4 weeks later, check mate.

 

[Luther073082]

I was naked. I calmly started to wet my hair and then as I reached for the shampoo, I saw movement from between my feet. My eyes focused to see it. It was a creaturebeast as big as my toe. It could have mated with my toe and had toe babies. I screamed and the next thing I knew, I was outside of the shower and everything in the bathroom that was not supposed to get wet had gotten wet. I then proceeded to grab my robe and run away screaming, "ROOOOACCH". Soon the toe sized beast went to his watery grave in the toilet. The end. Fin.

Toe sized creature beasts must die!

 

[dluvs2trvl]

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[dluvs2trvl]

WOW!!!
Do you do evangelism and tell this testimony?

I've spoken in a few churches and I try to share my story whenever I feel it's appropriate. For me, it wasn't about the healing of the disease - which of course I will eternally be grateful for...but the lesson was in giving up total control to the Lord and saying, Ok God - if this is Your will and this is how my life is going to play out then I trust you! I want to live without fear and walk the days ahead in the center of Your will.

That was the lesson I learned...that when I gave up control and said, Ok God, I accept it...God met me and did a miracle for me that I didn't even ask for...it wasn't that I didn't believe He could heal me because I certainly did but it just wasn't what was on my mind so I know the lesson He was teaching me was about trust and control.

Now, don't get me wrong. I still struggle with those very same issues...not in regards to my physical life but in regards to my emotional life...so I still have lessons to learn but in the end I know that God is in control!!!

Don't worry about it, your story is simply amazing and inspirational. It had me on the edge of my seat hehe.

If I could change the title of the thread I'd change it to post a short story about your life.

 

[quitespirit]

I've spoken in a few churches and I try to share my story whenever I feel it's appropriate. For me, it wasn't about the healing of the disease - which of course I will eternally be grateful for...but the lesson was in giving up total control to the Lord and saying, Ok God - if this is Your will and this is how my life is going to play out then I trust you! I want to live without fear and walk the days ahead in the center of Your will.

That was the lesson I learned...that when I gave up control and said, Ok God, I accept it...God met me and did a miracle for me that I didn't even ask for...it wasn't that I didn't believe He could heal me because I certainly did but it just wasn't what was on my mind so I know the lesson He was teaching me was about trust and control.

Now, don't get me wrong. I still struggle with those very same issues...not in regards to my physical life but in regards to my emotional life...so I still have lessons to learn but in the end I know that God is in control!!!

This makes me think of Eph 3:20-21
Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

 

[Luther073082]

It was a cool crisp night in late summer. I was a young man of about 20 years. I was renting some movies at a local video store. I paid, thanked the clerk and started to walk out. A small child of less then two years ran ahead of me, tripped over my foot and before I could react jumped right back up and ran to the door. But her tripping had caused her to fail to reach the door in time and it closed on her. She pushed upon it with all her might but it was no use. The door was just too heavy for her little body.

I was on my way so I opened the door and walked out watching the child who ran and pushed on the exterior door of the vestibule. I stopped and looked around and saw no parents. I figured "maybe they are outside" So I walked out with her, watching her. There was no one outside. She stopped and began to cry hard.

No one was comming to her.

So I bent down and said "Honey, where is your mom?" She pointed out into a parking lot with just cars, no people and a road beyond it. I asked her again "Where is your mommy?" She continued to point crying.

I didn't know what to do. I could tell she wasn't going to walk with me inside and I knew if I picked her up I risked being charged with kidnapping. I wasn't leaving her either.

So I pulled out my cell phone to report and abandoned child. I had just got the 9 in and a van sqeeled into the parking lot. A woman jumped out, ran over and snatched her up.

She looked angry at me and said "thank you" but in a way that seemed to indicate that I shouldn't have gotten involved. I left the store mad about the whole thing and wondering why there isn't a test involved with becomming a parent.

 

[fishin4christ]

We were rafting down the Ocoee River in Tennessee. Everything is going fairly smooth, as smooth as a rafting trip can be that is. Then our guide yells, " Don't lock your feet in because we are about to go down a 5ft drop " !!! My heart raced as we plummeted down the drop, knocking everyone but the guide out of the raft. I manage to glance up and see my 300+ lb youth pastor soaring through the air, coming right at me !!