It’s been quite a few years, and I can’t say I remember, but it is so real, and I am so thankful to be alive now, every day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The first part of my life was wonderful and secure, as anyone would expect for a young child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then one day something was terribly wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn’t understand why my mother took me to the doctor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was not sick, and my mother was not sick either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The doctor did a simple checkup on my mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And the doctor did a checkup on me, checking my heartbeat, my size, and how I was growing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That much was not so terribly wrong—just a feeling that my mother knew something was wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– – –<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then the terrible wrong started happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
THE DOCTOR TRIED TO KILL ME—RIGHT THERE IN HIS OFFICE ! ! !<\/p>\n\n\n\n
AND MY MOTHER LET HIM DO IT ! ! !<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– – –<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then another unthinkable happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something went terribly wrong for the doctor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
HE WAS NOT SUCCESSFUL IN TRYING TO KILL ME ! ! !<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– – –<\/p>\n\n\n\n
According to my mother, the doctor was very shook up, and scared to death, and scrambled to cover up his attempted murder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And my mother was equally scared, and looked for a way to get out of this terrible situation and get it behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But she couldn’t, and that’s why I can tell you parts of my story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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One of the nurses who helped the doctor commit numerous murders every day, successfully without incident, saw that I was alive, and couldn’t help herself but try to keep me alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
SHE WAS SUCCESSFUL ! ! !<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Everything had to be secretive, because no one had to know in the doctor’s office that I was alive, and the nurse depended on this job to provide for her family.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So she told the doctor she would find a place for me, without telling anyone what happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– – –<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But my mother knew.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So the nurse talked to my mother privately in recovery.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My mother told the nurse of a place someone told her she could have taken me after I was born, with people who could take me as their child.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The nurse called, and in a matter of minutes someone came for me and gave me the emergency medical help I needed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I recovered from most of the injuries from my attempted murder, and in a few weeks I was in a loving home with a devoted mother and father, who gave me the life I now have.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– – –<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And, the rest of the story, so far . . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The nurse and my mother agreed to stay in touch, and I am thankful for that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And my new mother and father agreed to their request to make contact after a time, and I’m thankful for that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My parents openly talked about my early life a little at a time, and when I was ten, we met with my mother and with the nurse who saved my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was ready, because my new parents had raised me to be thankful to God for life, and put my trust in Jesus for everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, not only was the meeting, the reunion, a blessing beyond measure, I was able to let my love for Jesus bless my mother and start the healing she so desperately needed, with her own new relationship with Jesus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– – –<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And that is just the beginning—my story, now, and how it started a couple decades ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– – –<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– – –<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You’ve heard stories with a turning point from evil to good, with the phrase, “But God . . .”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
YES ! YES ! YES !<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That’s my story—But God . . . did not want me to die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am determined to live every day of my life to the glory of God, to the best of my ability.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am determined to live every day of my life to do everything I can to prevent others from such a near murder experience, knowing that for most it does not include “near.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I am determined to make a difference in any lives affected by such experiences, just like the nurse, my mother, my new parents, were blessed—and you the reader, can be blessed with Jesus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
– – –<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The nurse who saved my life could not continue ending the life of others like me by assisting the doctor. She quit that job, and got a job with blessings at the center that found my new parents.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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When I started writing this, I had no idea I would get so involved. You see, I’m sharing it on behalf of someone else—in fact, someone I don’t know. The intensity is so strong, like it was my own story. I pray it will impact someone with an untold story—a child, a mother, a father, a nurse, a doctor, a volunteer for life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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