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From Age 62

August of the year 2004 I had a severe stomach pains. My daughter came with me in the ambulance and my good natured son-in-law who is loved, followed us in his car to the hospital. I was put in intensive care where I got a colonoscopy done and the result were negative. A woman was just entering the room I was staying in. I said to her Roman Catholic-Episcopal, she ask why I said that, I told her that this is what I felt from her. She replied, we could use someone like you, come visit me on the third floor at the volunteer office. From 2004 onward, I’m Eucharistic Minister, I give out Holy Communion to adult and children wards, also I ask all walks of life would they like to hear a prayer and most of them say yes.

Giving back.

 
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From Age 45

In the hospital room after having angioplasty I died for a short time, below is list of experiences I had:

  • Seeing – colors of grays and pinks.
  • Time -1 minute here -100 years on earth.
  • Food – never hunger.
  • Opening and Closing of a black crack that we can fall through. controlled by the good and bad we do here.
  • Also this gave off an awareness puzzlement and fear.
  • Also I got that strong feeling GO BACK with the same sensation I felt before my head lights shined on that 1957 Chevy station wagon full of nuns.
  • Explaining the hospital experience to my wife ending with the words CROSSING OVER a terminology I have never heard or used before in my life.

I was taking a course on becoming a deacon; I had missed a class because of the hospital stay. First day back, the entire class wanted me to talk about the experience I had in the hospital. When I came to the part about the gray and pink I had seen, a fellow student who just got back from Medjugorje said out loud you saw heaven according to the people who saw the blessed mother!

 
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From Age 43

To help me cope through mid life crisis (I wish this on no man), it was so bad I didn’t even know my wife’s first name! I became a sixth grade Catechism teacher for 15 years.

 
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From Age 30

On January 31, 1972 our daughter was born. I would hold her in my arms so I could cope with life again and I’m still learning from her. It’s a great love we have.

 
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From Age 28

When he was three our son died from pneumonia. One of the last things he said was “Jesus, God, I’m a good boy”. I have never experienced hurt or pain as intense as I had when he died.

Children are supposed to bury their parents not the other way around.

 
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From Age 21

One night driving home alone I heard the words “go slow” and it was so strong I turned my head toward the passenger seat, I said out loud all right and I did slow down.

Turning my head back, looking forward my head lights shone on a 1957 Chevy station wagon, the passengers where nuns speeding through a stop sign directly across my path.

THEY WERE BEING WATCHED OVER.

 
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From Age 16

I had a friend Paul who hung around in our group. When I was walking home from my job as a pin boy, someone from the group came up to me and asked if I heard that Paul was in the hospital dying. I told him no and I felt concerned.

The next day was Saturday and I was going to confession. In the foyer of the church I saw Paul in my excitement and I pushed through the group so I could get to Paul, he was explaining to the priest how his grandmother would say payers holding the artifact he had with him. It was a strip of cloth with a blood stain about 3 inches wide. It was wrapped around a gold case with a glass window. In this case was a small piece of cloth taken from one of Jesus garments. When hearing this I grabbed for the artifact, when I held in my hands I saw a whitish cream color cloth approximately an inch in size and at that moment I felt and saw differently “like I was all alone”.

Sunday masses I would see Paul very reverently coming from receiving holy common his fingers and hands joined together, his head at a slight tilt eyes facing down.

I never saw him again.

THE POWER OF PRAYER!

 
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From Age 12

At home, I lit a large firecracker and it exploded in my left hand. Thank God my parents were home, they brought me to the hospital. In the emergency room the doctor wanted to cut off three of my fingers because I couldn’t move them. My mother and father brought me to another hospital where a nun was in her office deciding whether to put me in a childrens or adult ward. I was staring at a Crucifix in back of her asking for help in silent prayer. I woke up after the operation looking at my left hand to see if I still had my fingers.

I DID! and I could move them.

In 1954 they didn’t have micro surgery.

At the office visit when the doctor was taking out the stitches, he said to my mother and me while putting his hand back together after that explosion, I didn’t know what I was doing.

BUT I DID, THE POWER OF PRAYER!

 
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