I have been through 49 surgeries to date, and I am now facing my 50th, but what has strongly put it into my heart to become an evangelist,  occurred during my 28th surgery.  I was told that this would be one of my biggest surgeries, I would have to face.  I was told that there was a chance that I would not wake up, due to the severity of the operation. This did not worry me for one, I felt I had a very knowledgeable doctor.  I did however worry on one point, for I did not yet fully believe that there was an omnipotent father, to keep my full trust in. As they were preparing me for my 28th surgery, I began to worry, all for the simple reason that I nearly lost my life several times during the operations, which I had already painfully endured.  While I was in the room where they prepared me, they applied heart monitors to my chest.  My alarms would frequently go off for the simple thought of what I was to undergo. As I was saying goodbye to my family, my heart was saddened because I was hoping that my life would not end, so I was feeling discouraged because of the lack of my faith in Jesus.  When I said goodbye, I could see the worry in all my families eyes.  I was being the positive one when I was really feeling dismayed. Before I entered the cold surgery room, I looked back at my family and they were all holding each other like I had already passed on, so now I was really beginning to worry for my life.  When my bed was pushed into this cold room I could feel the cold frigid temperature, knowing my flesh was going to be exposed to this air while this operation takes place. The staff was acting as though this was just another day for them, which I’m sure it was.  Everyone heard my alarms going off and became quiet.  My anesthesiologist, told me I needed to calm down, as they needed me to be calm for this important surgery. As they injected me with the serum that knocked me out for the duration of the surgery, I was looking at all the faces for my last memory here on earth if something were to perhaps go wrong.  As I swiftly drifted off I began having a great feeling of worry, and I had a vision in which I was staring at a very high mountain.  The mountain represented this surgery I was going through, but at that time I had no thought in my mind about what was going on with this surgery I was undergoing. Well just like the footprints in the sand I was in Jesus’ arms, being carried by him.  I could not see his face, but I was just amazed that we were going on trails that looked so small, that maybe a only  billy- goat could go.  I can remember that we were so high that it just amazed me that I didn’t even have one fear of falling. I was so excited that when he had put me down, I was going to be able to speak with him.  It seems though that I can only remember the pertinent things of the dream.  It was to show me that God was carrying me through this ordeal. As we came to the foot of the high mountain, he sat me down and I awoke in the recovery room, there were monitors and tubes coming out of me from all angles of my body, I had a MG tube down my throat, going to my intestines.  The only way for me to communicate, was by pen and paper.  I told my mother and all my family that I had seen God. During the recovery I was in agony because there was a portion of my intestines which were tangled, so I could not eat nor drink for 9 days still having the tube down my throat for that amount of time, until it resolved itself... ... So, now having the word of knowledge being fulfilled, I’m bringing the word of truth to people to assure them our heavenly father’s existence. Being a Christian is not foolish!!!!!  I will also come and speak to the youth about drugs and alcohol, and about how quickly Satan can destroy your future......

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