When I was three years old, I was in a car accident. We were waiting at the light. It was our turn to move, and a woman came from the left and rammed into the driver’s side of the car. My stepfather was not hurt. I was in the backseat sitting on my mother’s lap on the right hand side of the car. When the car hit us, I bumped my head on the inside of the roof of the car. My mother asked me if I was alright. I said that I was okay. I rubbed my head, and thought everything was okay.
As time went by, I could hear my mother calling me, but I could not answer her. She knew I was not trying to be rude. My stepfather said that something was wrong with me. He said that they needed to take me to a doctor to find out what was going on.
I was taken to see a neurosurgeon in New York City. After a battery of tests was done, he discovered that I had a blood clot on the right side of my brain. This problem caused me not to be able to respond properly. It also caused me to lose the use of my left arm and leg.
When my mother discussed the surgery with the neurosurgeon that would perform the operation, he told her because of my ethnic background, statistics showed that I would not live long after the surgery. I might make it to my 21st birthday. Also, in all probability, I would be an invalid until my death. Although the surgery would be successful, my life would not be very good after the surgery.
I remember the day I went to the hospital for the surgery. My left arm was folded up against my chest, and I dragged my left leg. The surgery was a success, and I regained the use of my left side. There is, of course, something I would like you to know.
I am 52 years old…and still living by the grace of God! I am not an invalid! I can feed and clothe myself! I even had two babies--boys who are teenagers now. I wasn’t supposed to live long enough to have children!
If you want to see a miracle, or if you don’t believe that miracles happen today, look at me! When you see me stepping into church without any crutches or assistance, it’s because of God! When you see me dancing in the spirit or leaping for joy, it’s because God is a miracle worker! When you see my two sons who are taller than me, they are a miracle because they came from a woman who wasn’t supposed to have children!
If the doctor has told you that your situation is impossible, remember this: nothing is impossible with God!
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Pamels,
Thank you for sharing your true miracle story with the world. God is still in the miracle working business!Indeed!
Very beautiful words of praise for God's glory.
Bessie
