Miracles in my Life

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Miracles in my Life

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Some Miracles in my life

God's Healing

This is my cat Artemis. She is very special. She saw me through some bad times. Unfortunately she had to stay in Hawaii on the farm. I miss her alot, but I know she will be better off where there are no speeding cars to hit her. She was orphaned as a baby. I heard her crying and called to her not knowing she was a little feral cat. She had been hunting and trying to survive on lizards. The vet told me that her true age was much older than her appearance. 6 months instead of my estimate of 3 months old. On top of that she had been infected early on with Feline Leukemia. The vet offered to put her to sleep. I could not do that because she had adopted me in a way that many domesticated kittens had not. I was determined to not betray that trust.

After a few years she was not getting sick as often. I had been praying that she be healed. The Vet said it was unlikely but we tested her again for the disease. She was cured! It was a great day for God to show such mercy to my little girl.

A hole in my shoe

I was homeless 3 times in my life. The first time was in Houston, Texas. It happened to be the coldest winter in a decade when it happened. The apartment building that I lived in was in Montrose. It was a comfortable old building. The rent was resonable. I was one week into a month that I had already paid the rent. The landlord without notice locked everyone out. Since the building had just changed ownership we could not find anyone to answer the questions.

I was very upset but counted my blessings. I was health, young, and had a few dollars in the bank. It was not enough for a deposit let a lone first month's rent. I did not have a job, but was looking. I did not drink, do drugs, or had psychological problems.

The first miracle was I found a van that did not run a few blocks from my old apartment. The owner only wanted two hundred dollars for it. I pushed it to a location close by, that had other cars that did not move often. With the clothes that had been cleared from my apartment I set up in the van. Because it locked I did not need to carry my stuff with me to interviews for jobs.

I soon found that without an address and phone number, applications were not leading to an interview. I found a friend who was willing to be the address and phone. I got a job at a restaurant working the dish machine. I washed up in the bathroom before my shift. I got a meal from the restaurant on the days I worked. On my days off I cooked in a coffee can in my van. I could not buy much fresh food because I had to eat it all in one sitting. One of my favorites was roasted chicken from a grocery store.

I walked alot and my shoes were getting thin in the sole when it started to rain that winter. Finaly one shoe split in the sole letting the water in no matter how I stepped around puddles. I had to work with wet feet sometimes if I had no dry socks left.

The second miracle was to ease this for me. I prayed that I could get a new shoe to replace the split one. The next morning on the way to work I found a matching pair of tennis shoes on the curb. They were almost new. They were placed like you would set shoes out for a getting dressed in the morning right there on the curb. The shoes were not my size but a little bigger than would fit me. I changed right there. I had a dream the next night that felt like a great big hug. God told me that the shoes were a little big so I could wear two pair of socks, to keep warm. I cried tears of joy that I was cared for.

No News Today

It was in Houston a few years ago, I think it was 2002 or 2003. The date escapes me but I remember it was Superbowl Sunday. I had gone to church that morning. On my way home something happened that will live in my memory the rest of my life.

There is a feeder road of I 10 that has a nasty underpass. It is the junction of I 10 and a tollroad. It often has a trickle of water on the road. The designer of this stretch deceided to dig below grade at the site of a localy well known stream. That seems to happen a lot in Houston. So just before the junction the feeder is flat with good visibility, then it dips out of sight with concrete on both sides.

On my way home there was a girl stopped at this intersection. She was crying. I stopped my truck a couple of car lengths behind her with my flashers on. I gave her my cell phone to call a friend after I talked to her. She had a dead battery and needed a jump start. I thought that I was going to push her with my truck to a safe place. As a result of that I had left my enigne running.

As I waved people around us I tried to calm her down. I also tried to suggest we attempt to cross at the next green light to a vacant lot across the street. She said her friend would get confused if she moved and would be there in a couple of minutes.

About this time I heard a voice in my head tell me to turn off the engine of my truck. I was preoccupied with talking to the girl and did not act right a way. A couple more minutes passed and I heard it again. This time it was very insistent. I told the girl to way people around us while I turned off my truck.

She was doing fine. I turned and walked the 8 feet to the cab of my truck. I stuck my head and shoulders in to the cab and turned the key to off. I backed out to ask the girl if her friend was going to be here soon. I did not get to ask.

As my head cleared the truck, standing 4-6 inches from my pride and joy, my truck, I heard a very loud crunch. My little truck accordianed and parking brake not withstanding proceeded to slam into the back of the girls car. The minivan that had rearended us had wound up under the bed of my truck, which was now 4 feet in the air. I had heard no squeal of brakes. I was dumbstruck.

I checked to see if the girl was ok. She had been standing behind my truck waving others around us. She was badly shaken but unscratched. Next I check to see if the minivans occupants were ok. They were moving around, though in a daze. The back hatch was opened and all the people from the van got out on their own power. Only the driver and front passenger a few scratches on their knees. They sat on the edge of the lane.

A semi-truck stopped to block traffic a little up hill. The truck driver had called in the cavaliery of all varieties by calling 911. The EMS got there first. From the grim look on their faces I could tell they expected the worst. Police and Fire Dept. showed up a couple of minutes after that.

As the story was pieced together it became a rather joyous day for me. The girl told us that the minivan driver was going at least 70 miles per hour. The diver had looked straight at her, never braking at all. The semi truck driver and girl told us that a second before the wreck the van had side swiped the big truck. It was another reason the semi driver had stopped, he was also involved. The Police comfirmed that there were no skid marks from braking.

The semi truck's cargo was gasoline. My truck had started pouring gas when the minivan ripped it loose under the truck. If I had not turned off the engine, my vehicle, the minivan, the girls car, and last but not least the semi truck would have burst into flames.

In that enclosed intersection, a year or so after 9/11, on that Superbowl Sunday it would have appeared to be a terrorist event. Two main hiways would have been unuseable for a good while. The explosions would have also killed anyone in the dip of the intersection, about 10 or 12 car loads of folks.

God was watching over us. Protecting us from the Evil that tried to make this happen. No terrorist planned this non-event. It would have created a great deal of fear and uncertainity in the time before this would have been realized if things had not been stopped by the simple act of listening to God. Evil thrives on fear.

When the Emergency Response people realized what had just not happened, we all praised God for the Miracles. The EMS took the family from the minivan to the hospital to look them over. The Police took the reports from everyone and the Fire Dept cleaned up the gasoline.

As the reports were being written, the girl's friend showed up. He had taken a wrong turn that had delayed him about 10 minutes. I realized that here was another Miracle. If he had not gotten turned around, he would have been in front of the girls vehicle with his car. The impact moved her car to just short of the intersection. His car would have been shoved into oncoming traffic adding to the list of cars and people killed or injuried. I know God had a hand in this as well, because the man lived blocks from there and knew every access to that intersection.

I got everyone cheered up by reminding them how disaster had been turned aside. About that time the tow truck driver told me it was time to go to the wrecking yard. I got out at the office when we got there to sign the paperwork on my truck. I was to have one more wonderful surprise.

When I walked into the office I saw a man who appeared to be Hispanic. I said hello, when he answered I realized he was middle eastern. I took a more careful look around and realized he was probably Moslem. I was overjoyed. His community had been persecuted since the idiots who claimed to be followers of Mohamed murdered all those people. I felt that this was a Miracle for him as well, so I told him about what had happened. At the first mention of a terrible accident he was sympathetic, and then I saw the realization of how this would have looked. The horror of what this would have meant for his family before the investigation would have showed no terrorist links. We prayed together in humble thanksgiving of how God loves and protects all The People of the Book.