You may be wondering what this page is all about. It is about things that most people would consider co-incidences. I do not believe in those. I believe that everything happens for a reason. Lessons, if you will. 

The horrible things that happen to people including the death of a loved one can be a wake-up call. It helps us to ask ourselves, where do we go when we die? Am I worthy of going to heaven? And, how do we want to be remembered...

 As someone who died too young, even though we were a hundred and thirteen years old? Or, as someone that people think "Good riddance! I think the only reason this person lived this long was to make the rest of us miserable as long as possible," when it is our time to pass on. Or, worse yet, not be thought of at all.

 

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1. The WRONG Doctor on the right day.


If my mother's regular doctor had been at my delivery, I would not had suffered the disablities that I have. Without those health concerns I have no idea who I would be today. 
 




 
 
2. The right parents.


Unfortunitly, my parents had to endure hardships as children. One had to become the breadwinner in their early teens because of the illness (due to polio) of my grandparents. The other grew - up with a parent who was bitter towards life. This (my) grandparent was rejected by my great-grandparent, while still a young person.

I believe that these hardships prepared my parents for hardships to come. They were also able instill their survivors attitude in me. 
 



 
 

3. The RIGHT Doctor.


When my condition was discovered it was by a wonderful doctor. I was blessed the day I was assigned to him as a patient. He was not one of those doctors that have the attitude, "I have been to school and I know all I need to." He tried everything he could think of and read about that he thought would help me lead a normal life. 
 




 
 
4. The right place at the right time.


As I said in the above, my regular doctor was always looking for something to better the life of his patients. One day he called my parents with a new type of surgery he thought would help me. The doctor who designed this procedure did not live in the same state as I. After the discussion with my parents it was agreed that I was going to have this surgery. My doctor called to the office of the surgeon. When he told the person on the other end of the line where he was calling from he/she stated that the surgeon was not only in the same state but the same city as we speak. Then a number was given so that contact could be made. I had the surgery a few days later.

 Side note: That surgery was filmed and used as a training tool for student doctors for years. 
 




 
 
5. The right private school.


During my second through sixth grade years, I was not allowed to attend public school. My doctor was afraid that I would get knocked down and break my fragile bones. So, off to the church oriented school I went. I believed at the time that children would taught the same golden rule I was. (Treat others as you like to be treated.) They were told this on a daily basis, but it didn't sink in.

 Although those years are still painful for me, I learned to be more compassionate to others. For I never want to treat someone the way I was treated there. 
 




 
 
6. The right HEALER.


I had taken a fall at work and injured my back. I had gone from walking on my own, working, and going to school to barely standing with a walker in a matter of a few weeks. I had gone to see a chiropactor, who in the past had helped me a great deal, with no improvement. He couldn't understand why I wasn't getting any better. 

My mother had written in to a TV show I mentioned on my LA Stories page. (Just to have my mother's letter to be chosen out of the hundreds that poured in every day, wanting help, was a blessing.) Once we got there I was introducted to a healer. He is truely a man of faith in the Almighty. He does get paid for what he does, but if you can not afford it he will work something out with you. 

I truely believe that God was telling me that I was not paying enough attention to Him. Since I have taken this attitude towards my back injury I have not been having as much trouble with it. I am back to walking on my own.

 As far as my hip, that prevents me from working for now, I guess I haven't learned the lesson that is being taught to me yet.


 
 

1. God Does answer prayers in his time


For several years I had been praying for at least one of my grade school tormentors to appologize.  At my 20  year high school reunion this prayer was answered with more feeling than I ever expected.  It took a lot of courage, and I am very grateful for the appology.