This blog is about children saving adults and helping deliver babies. In our society today, most children are barely being tolerated. They are given electronic babysitters, so to speak, as soon as they are big enough to hold an iphone, and iPad, or a tablet. Then they are taught how to watch children’s movies on these devices, and left to their own resources. Unfortunately, that’s not the way to raise responsible adults. That’s the way to raise very selfish adults that are barely able to take care of their self, if they can even yake care of their self. And believe me, there are plenty of young adults that don’t know beans about living on their own and taking care of their self.
When I was growing up, we were taught our name, our parents name, our address, and our phone number. Believe it or not, there are some children today that don’t even know that much basic information. Now days there is almost no such a thing as a land line. the only people that have land lines are senior citizens that need the land lines to have their emergency alerts connected to them, otherwise everybody has a cell phone.
I saw an episode of a show, from back in the 90’s, called Rescue 911, where the Mother was expecting a baby any day. The Father had to work nights. They had a three year old son. They taught the son how to dial 911 and tell the operator that “my Mommy is having a baby”. That way the toddler would be able to accomplish this task of getting emergency help. They even had a phone installed in the bathroom, where he could reach it to dial 911. The toddler did have to use the phone to call 911, but not because his Mother was having a baby, but because his Mother was choking on a piece of hard candy, and had already fallen to the floor. Luckily enough the dispatcher could barely hear the Mother in the background gasping for breath. They thought that the toddler was just playing with the phone. Once they heard the Mother, they immediately sent help, but they kept the toddler on the phone until help arrived. So in essence, the toddler saved his Mother’s life.
In this blog, there is a video of a 5 year old girl that saved her Mother from drowning, in a pool, when her Mother had a seizure. There is a video of a 5 year old little girl, that saved her Dad’s life, when he was having trouble breathing. Another video is of another 5 year old, but this time it was a little boy, that saved his Father’s life when he was in a diabetic coma. And last, but not least, there is an amazing video of an 8 year old little girl helping her Mom deliver her baby brother.
Here is a video of an 8 year old little girl helping her Mom deliver her baby brother.
Hopefully these videos have really impressed upon you that even young children can be very resourceful and have the capability of saving an adult. It all has to do with proper teaching and upbringing. When children are taught to have compassion and concern for other people and to know the value of other person’s life, then they will react with that same compassion and love when it comes to saving another person’s life. These are the type of children that hopefully will be the leaders of our society someday. Otherwise, I think that our society is in grave danger of demise. We are already falling down a steep hill, at a very rapid pace. Something has to change for the better, or we may no longer be a thriving society, but a society in ruins.
I know that most of you have heard the saying that “There is always someone worse off than you.” Probably, when things are going badly, you have to wonder about that. Today I am posting on different babies and children that are facing life with problems that seem to be not even compatible with life, and in essence against all odds. But they are living, none the less. Just try to remember these babies and their families the next time that you think that life couldn’t be any worse than what you are living. For these children and babies, they were born with everything stacked against them, yet they are surviving and smiling. Think about their future and all of the trials and tribulations that they will have to face for as long as they are alive. Some may not live to be adults, but they were not even expected to survive the first 24 hours of their respective lives.
The first one is about a baby who had a birth defect that was visible on his prenatal ultra sounds. However, at the time, it was not clear what the birth defect was. Once the baby was born, it was discovered that the baby had a condition called encephalocele that caused his brain to grow through a hole in his skull and into his nose.
The baby is now (or at the time of the article he was) 21 months old. it may look like he wouldn’t be able to breathe, but he has nostrils, just they are not side by side like normally is the case. He has one nostril on either side of the birth defect.
His mother and his big sister love him very much. He seems to be a happy baby, in spite of the growth on his nose. His Mother takes up for him whenever people make rude or hurtful remarks and act like bullies.
************************************************************************************************* The second baby was born without the top of his skull having developed before his birth. The baby was not supposed to make it through the night, or even for 24 hours.
This is a miracle baby for sure.
Even though he is missing part of his brain, and has only the bottom part of his skull, he is learning to talk.
This part of the article shows that he is still beating all of the odds. Obviously his family loves him very dearly also. He truly is a miracle baby.
In the first picture below, Janelly Martinez Amador is just laying on the floor. In the second picture, you can see her feet turned almost backwards. Apparently she can’t feel it because she has very little bone structure. In the third picture you can see that it is necessary to use a harness to make sure that she doesn’t fall out of her wheelchair.
You can read all about her in the story referenced by the URL above.
Like the title says, we need to be more accepting and compassionate of others. This is especially true of those of us that happen to be disabled or handicapped, either from birth, from an illness, or from some sort of accident.
As those of you that have read some of my blogs may already know, I am disabled due to an illness as well as numerous orthopedic problems. For a very good summation of when the disability started, please read the blog of March 5, 2016 titled “There Is Almost Always Someone Worse Off Than You”. Below you will find a picture of what I looked like when I worked, before I lost my job for being too disabled, and having to have too many surgeries.
One of my best friends was born with a condition called arthrogryposis as well as having spina bifida. He is unable to bend his arms, his legs, or his hands, and can only slightly bend his fingers. He can move his fingers enough to do computer work. As a matter of fact, he is a genius when it comes to computers. Below is a picture of Vladimir and his girlfriend Kalin.
There is one very famous little boy, that people all over the world know, that is disabled due to an accident, and his name is Tripp Halstead. On Sept. 11, 2010, Tripp Hughes Halstead was born. He was injured by a tree limb falling out of a tree and hitting him in his head on the morning of Oct. 29, 2012. He was not expected to survive the night. I have been following him since about the first or second week after his accident. Below is a picture of Tripp before the accident. he was such a smart, sweet little boy that everywhere that he went people would come to be with him.
The next picture was right after the accident when he was in the hospital, right after his initial surgery and not expected to live. Nothing like the vivacious little boy above.
This next picture is of how Tripp used to be right after he was discharged from the hospital to finally go back home. These were his stiff and expressionless days.
The next picture is of Tripp now days. He still cannot do much more that have awesome facial expressions and try his hardest to move his arms and legs and to talk. He has come so far. It is just amazing. But he still has a long way to go. However, he is alive and he is happy most of the time. The two pictures bellow show some of his facial expressions.
Everyday he makes great strides in his alertness and his overall personality. Tripp is really a trooper. Nobody knows how much more he will progress, but he has already surpassed any expectations that anybody had after his accident. He is truly a miracle little boy. He tries so hard to talk, and his laugh is contagious. He just keeps progressing more and more everyday. Below is a picture of Trip with his Mom and Dada in a special article that was done on him. To read the complete article go to http://bit.ly/1QKBoDa
My purpose in doing this article is to point out how many different ways there are that someone can become disabled or handicapped. Society needs to stop treating us like we are third class citizens and don’t deserve to even exist on this earth. My friend has helped so many people with their computers that there is absolutely no way to keep count of them. I went back to school pulling oxygen tanks and wearing a face mask. I started work looking like the picture above. All of us handicapped or disabled people fight everyday just to be able to enjoy things that most people take for granted every day of their lives. We do matter, much to some people’s dismay.
I may be wrong in my thinking, but every time somebody treats me badly or doesn’t wait long enough for me to cross the street, because the walk sign has already changed, I wish that they would have to be in a wheelchair for a few days and see just what it’s like for us. I can almost guarantee that once someone that is so call it normal ends up in a wheelchair, they will think and act quite differently from what they currently act.
There is a story that I think about every time I hear someone talk about not being able to deal with the limitations of a disabled or handicapped person. The story goes something like this: One day a disabled veteran had finally been returned to the states after a lengthy recovery form injuries received during the war. Not wanting his parents to welcome him home just because he was their son, he called them first. He went on to describe his “best friend” that needed a place to stay until he could get back on his feet. He started out by saying that the friend had night terrors and would sometimes cry and scream out in the night. His parents said that theat was OK, and that they would let him stay in the bedroom further-est away from them so his screaming would not bother anybody. The son went on to say that he had only one arm and would need help with being fed. Once again, his parents said that there would be no problem with them helping to feed him. Then came the last straw. He told them that he had no legs and had to use the bathroom in his bed or else someone had to carry him to the bathroom and physically put him on the toilet. At that point his parents said that they could not handle that. He told their son that they were sorry, but that his friend would have to find some place else to stay, that he could not stay with them. They said that it would be hard enough for him, their son, to get used to being back home and having to deal with the PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) that everybody was talking about all of the returning servicemen having to deal with. At that point the son said OK, that he understood what they were saying. Just a few hours later there came a knock at the parents door. It was the local police. They told the parents that they had found a serviceman in a phone booth that had only one arm and no legs. He had blown his head off. Unfortunately the police said that the ID was that of their son. At that point the Mother passed out. She realized that the son was feeling them out asking them about accepting the friend when it was actually him that he was talking about. He did not want to be a burden on them.
Please take the story to heart. You never know when the handicap or disability may happen to a loved one or even yourself. Learn to be more accepting and compassionate to the disabled or handicapped people that you come upon.
Some of my readers may have read my story before today, and for those of you that already know it, I am retelling it for those who do not know it. I’m sorry if you get bored reading it again. However, there are probably parts in it this time that I forgot to tell last time. I was in more of a hurry last time than what I am in this time. Below you will find a picture of me and how I had to go to work each and every day.
I became disabled in March of 1990 when I was visiting my family back home. I came down with asthma, bronchitis, and double pneumonia all at the same time. I had been in Norfolk, Virginia for two weeks, and was having a good time. I didn’t really feel bad, but my sister told me that I sounded awful. Probably because I was hoarse. I figured it was because I had screamed a lot at my nephew’s soccer game. My sister said that I needed to go to the urgent treatment place and be checked out. She told me that if I had an ear infection and was to fly on the plane, it could burst my eardrums and make me become deaf immediately.
So at 8:30 AM, on the day that I was to fly home, I was on my way to the urgent treatment center. They did their initial exam and did chest x-rays, even though I told them that I didn’t feel sick, only sounded sick. As soon as they got the x-rays back, they gave me a shot of adrenaline in my right arm. They discovered that I had double pneumonia. They left me for half an hour and then came back and listened to my lungs again. To my surprise, they gave me another shot of adrenaline, but this time it was in my left arm. They left me again for another half of an hour and came back. Once again, they listened to my lungs and gave me another shot of adrenaline, but they put it in my right arm again. Then they told me to go home while I could still drive. I was put on strong antibiotics for two weeks for the pneumonia, for the inflammation they put me on Prednisone, and for the coughing they put me on a real strong cough medicine. I went back to my sister’s house where I stayed for two weeks. I had to use a vaporizer practically all day for ten days before I started getting better.
At 3:00 PM, the actual time that I was supposed to be taking off to fly back home, I was being rushed to the hospital by ambulance. I was becoming numb all over. Upon arrival, I was given an EKG, and remained hooked up to the heart monitor for the whole time that I was in the ER. I was also on oxygen and had an IV going in my arm. I had never been hooked up to so many things at one time in my whole life.
They did blood tests, and of course they came back bad. I never knew that we have a chemical in our blood called Theophyline. Our body produces it naturally, and it is normally at a level of 11-13. When the test results came back, mine was 3. They said I was in bad shape. I was shocked, because I didn’t really feel very sick at all. It was early the next morning before I was discharged from the hospital and went back to stay with my sister. I had to have a vaporizer going all day and night, and take the medications that had been prescribed for me, for ten days before I started feeling better. Finally after two weeks I was allowed to fly back home.
After arriving back home, my asthma was so bad that I was being rushed to the hospital every 7-10 days with attacks so bad that I could hardly breathe. Needless to say, you can’t keep a job when you are being rushed to the hospital so often.
At that time I was working a full time job and a part time job, working 60-70 hours every week. It never slowed me down a bit. I had worked the full time job for 16 years and the part time job for 5 years. On June 9, 1990, I lost both jobs. I was devastated, but so bad off from the asthma that I couldn’t do anything about it.
With being rushed to the hospital so often, the doctors made a decision to put me on oxygen and to continue giving me weekly Theophyline shots as well as Theophyline pills. I continued to take the Prednisone for four years. I was also started on breathing treatments four times per day, using a breathing treatment machine that I had to carry with me, and an oxygen tank, and wear a face mask, whenever I left my house. I had an oxygen concentrator in my bedroom, to use when I was at home. I had to start using the Red Cross Wheels bus to transport me to my doctors visits. It was too hard to walk to the bus stop with the oxygen tanks.
There were numerous other prescribed medications also. Due to being on the Prednisone, I gained 100 pounds in six months. Within three years after being on the Prednisone, I also was diagnosed with diabetes. The reason for having to wear the mask was to prevent me from becoming sick. Being on Prednisone weakens your immune system. If you were to have a cold, and I was to be around you and catch it, it would go into pneumonia on me. That being the case, it was easier to wear the mask.
Luckily for me, after three years and two months, the doctors found the perfect combination of medications for me. I signed up for and started going to the local community college in May of 1993. The week before I started school, I found out that I was diabetic. I was rolling the oxygen tanks behind me, and wearing a face mask, when I started school.
There were times when I still had asthma attacks, because of the smoking around the entrance doors of the school, and had to be rushed to the hospital. But it was only every few months instead of every few days. But whenever an ambulance came to the school, everybody looked for me and asked where I was.
Prednisone does bad things to your body, after being on it for extended periods of time like I was. In December of 1994 into January of 1995 I had to have surgery on my knees. I ended up in a wheelchair. As I still had an oxygen tanks, a holder was put on the back of the wheelchair. I also had to have a wheelchair ramp put onto my front porch.
Originally, I signed up for the respiratory care program. Needless to say, you can’t do respiratory care from a wheelchair. I had to switch my major. I had taken two years of medical courses in preparation of entering the respiratory care program. I had to start over. My knees continued to get worse, and I had to start wearing leg braces that went from under my feet up to and around my thighs. Once I started wearing braces, I could no longer steer my car properly. The steering wheel kept hitting my braces. I had to trade in my car for a van. The doors opened up in the back. I got a piece of plywood and would run the wheelchair up the ramp I made and into the back of the van.
In 1997, while I was in the hospital,on my birthday of all days, my bladder stopped working properly. I realized at 10:30 PM, that I had not gone to the restroom all day, since 7:30 AM. I knew that I was bound to have to go. I tried to go, but was not able to. I told the nurses, and they had to catheterize me. Immediately 1,000 cc of urine came out, and they had to kink the catheter off so my bladder would not go into spasms. They emptied the bag and waited for half of an hour. They undid the catheter and again, immediately 1,000 cc of urine came out. Once again they had to kink the catheter and wait for half an hour. They came back and proceeded to do the same thing they had done the two times before. This time, only 800 cc of urine came out. The nurses told me that I was very lucky that my bladder had not ruptured. The normal bladder can hold only about 800 cc of urine.
Since I could not tell when I needed to use the restroom, due to having a neurogenic bladder, a catheter had to be put in to stay until I could have surgery. The surgery was the next month. They inserted a permanent catheter into my abdomen and straight into my bladder.
My arms got bad also, and I was unable to propel my manual wheelchair. I ended up on a scooter. The ramp that I used for my manual wheelchair was no longer able to be used. The scooter did not fold up like the wheelchair. I had to start back on the Red Cross Wheels bus.
My Mom and Pop came to help me with my recuperation after one of my surgeries. My Pop saw how hard it was to get into my apartment or to go anywhere unless I used the Wheels bus. My Pop made ramps into my apartment and into my storage sheds. The ramp that I had had put out the front was not wide to accommodate the scooter when it turned into the front door. It almost went off of the ramp every time I went up it. He also got some plywood and made a wide ramp for my van so that I could guide the scooter up the ramp and into the van. There was a seat that went all the way across the back of the van, and I took it out to be able to use the ramp. I continued to do this for a long time.
One day, my abdomen was hurting where the catheter came out, and I didn’t feel like pushing the scooter into the van. I knew that the ramp could hold both my weight and the scooter’s weight. The decision in my mind was to ride the scooter up the ramp and into the van. The scooter had other ideas. As I was driving up the ramp, the scooter went rolling back down the ramp and it fell with me still on it. I ended up laying on my back, still on the scooter, with the back end of the scooter and me both facing the sky. Some men came running to help get me and the scooter up and to put the scooter into the van. After helping me up and putting the scooter into the van, they looked at each other and said that they would have done the same thing.
The next day, I called my Vocational Rehabilitation counselor and told her what had happened the day before. She made arrangements with a local medical supply place, to evaluate me and my van, and decide what could be done. The decision was made to put a lift in my van to get the scooter in and out of the van.
As if I didn’t already have enough problems, I started having trouble with my back. I ended up in a back brace.
With so many doctors appointments and therapies, I could only attend half days. It ended up taking me over six years to finish what was supposed to be a two year program. Also having to have around eleven surgeries during that time didn’t help either. I finished in December of 1999. My graduation ceremony was in May of 2000.
I found a job in March of 2000, working at a local bank. I started having trouble with my hands and ended up having to have wrist braces for carpal tunnel. During my time at the bank, I had several more surgeries. I had to have surgery to change the catheter that went straight from my abdomen and into my bladder, to having an artificial bladder. The catheter now goes straight into the artificial bladder through an opening in my abdomen about two inches to the side and two inches down from my navel. I had to have an artificial knee replacement of my left knee, several surgeries on my fingers and hands. Before I came back from the surgery to receive my artificial bladder, I had to have two additional surgeries on it. In November of 2004, I was getting ready to sit down in my chair, after coming back from one of my many surgeries, when I was told not to sit down. I was told that I no longer worked for the bank. The supervisor went on to say that I had had to have too many surgeries and that they could no longer use me there. So in essence, I was fired for being too disabled.
Yes, I have been through a lot, but all that I have been through pales when you compare it to these little girls in the video below.
This story and video is about a little six year old girl that was born with her heart outside of her chest cavity. She was surprised and happy when she met another little girl with the same condition. I went to YouTube to obtain the video and the little bit of the story that you can read below.
Published on Nov 2, 2015
A six-year-old girl, who was born with her heart outside her chest, has moved from Russia to America in hopes of receiving treatment. Virsaviya Borun-Goncharova was born with, thoraco-abdominal syndrome or Pantalogy of Cantrell, a rare condition t…
These two little girls will have a very hard life if nothing can be done to protect their hearts. If they even fall down, they could rupture their hearts and burst open their abdomens.
This blog is in no way trying to influence you to pick any particular religion or way of practicing your faith. I am merely trying to explain the practice of praying from my own experiences. Whether or not you start practicing any religion is entirely up to you. Don’t let anyone push you into anything that you feel confused about doing. First I Googled facts about praying practices. The article below is the third response that showed up. As I am a Christian, I chose this one to expound upon. The article is from http://www.religionfacts.com/ Please don’t think that I am trying to force anything on anyone, because I am not. I am just trying to let you know the basics as I see them. This article sounds like something that I might have written myself.
Christian practices vary by denomination, but common elements include a Sunday worship service, private and corporate prayer, study and reading of the Scriptures, and participation in rites such as baptism and communion (known as sacraments).Christian worship services generally include singing, prayer and a sermon. Most churches have a special ritual for ordination, or designating a person fit for a leadership position in the church. At home, most practicing Christians pray regularly and many read the Bible.Many Christians will have been baptized, either as an infant or as an adult, and regularly participate in communion (also called the Lord’s Supper and the Eucharist). Baptism and communion are considered sacraments – sacred rituals instituted by Christ himself. The Catholic Church recognizes five additional sacraments, as well as many other distinctive practices that are known as “sacramentals” or “devotions” and include praying the rosary and going on pilgrimages.Distinctive Catholic practices include recognition of seven total sacraments, Sunday mass, devotion to the Virgin Mary and the saints, and veneration of relics and places associated with holy figures. Eastern Orthodoxy holds many practices in common with Catholicism, but is especially distinguished by the central role of icons: ornate images of Christ and the saints believed to provide a connection to the spiritual world.*************************************************************************************************As I was brought up in a family that practiced religion and worshiping God, that is all that I can draw upon. I was taken to Sunday School and Church every Sunday as a small child. I can’t really remember much before I turned about three years old. There were a lot of little songs for the small children to sing such as Jesus Loves The Little Children, Deep And Wide, The B-I-B-L-E, Jesus Loves Me, A Sunbeam, and others.Praying was a big part of my life. I would pray to thank God for what He has given me, and for keeping me safe. I pray to ask God to help me in times of need, or when I am scared of something. I pray to thank God for giving me my life to live and the body to live it in. There are many many reasons to pray. Sometimes all I say in my prayer is – “Thank You God just for being there and listening to my prayers.
Every time before we ate, we said the grace. This prayer is a prayer for thanking God for our food. It was a simple prayer that was not hard for children to learn. It went something like this – God is great, God is good. Let us thank Him for our food. By His hands we all are fed. Give us Lord our daily bread. Amen. All of our prayers ended with Amen. A religious word to acknowledge God.
At bedtime we said our night time prayers. The bedtime prayer went something like this – Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take. Amen. By praying this prayer we asked God to take us to Heaven if we died before we woke up.
There is a verse in the Bible that says wherever two or more are gathered in My name, there I may be also. Whenever someone asks me to pray for them I always start out by saying – Dear Heavenly Father, It states that where two or more are gathered in Your name, there You may be also. For the sake of simplicity I am going to insert the name Tripp, a little boy that I am praying for and my friend, Alex, as being the other one here with me. The prayer will go as follows – “Dear Heavenly Father, It states that where two or more are gathered in Your name, there You may be also. Alex and I are here in Your name. We are asking for your healing hand on Tripp, if it be Your will. You know that Tripp had hip surgery on January 20, 2016 and is in a lot of pain. He is just a little 5 year old boy, and the epidural was removed today, as well as his catheter. Now his Mother has to move his hips to change his diaper, and it causes him a lot of pain. He doesn’t understand why the things were removed from him today. If it be Your will, please help him to be able to stand the pain. He has a long way to go with his recovery. Please be with him along the way. He has come such a long way since his accident three years ago. Many people are praying for him, as they have been since his accident. Thank You for helping him to progress as far as he has progressed already, and thank You in advance for continuing to help him until he is as well as he can be for the injury that he received. Amen.”
Whenever I pray, I always say, “If it be your will.” I know that if I ask for something that isn’t in God’s will, and make it happen, then it will go wrong. This is just my belief. Other people have other ways to pray, but this is the way that I pray.
In churches the different pastors pray in different ways also. There have been preachers that have done what is called “The anointing of oil.” or “The anointing with oil.” on me. The thought being that there is power in the oil because it was blessed by God. This is a practice that began way back in Bible times. I believe in the Bible, so I let the pastors anoint me with the oil.
There are pictures below showing one of the verses in the Bible about the anointing with oil, and a picture of a present day person actually being anointed with oil. The picture of the poster with the verse is from http://www.patheos.com/
There is a practice called “The laying on of hands.” It also started back in Bible times. It is thought that when the leaders of the church lay on their hands, some of their faith and power of healing passes on to the person that they are laying their hands on, this practice also having been blessed by God. I have also had preachers from different churches lay their hands on me when I was going through difficult times
As I was brought up in a religious atmosphere, I have been praying for as long as I can remember. I believe in miracles. Miracles are things that cannot possibly happen, but they happen anyway. There have been many times that things that should not have been medically possible have actually happened. I read about people that have been dead for hours coming back to life, and diseases that there have been apparently no cure for them, but the person is cured and lives. As a matter of fact my life has been touched by miracles on different occasions. I should have died when I was just ten days old from a kidney infection. The doctors had given up on me, but I obviously lived. I play it down by saying to other people, “I had a kidney infection so bad when I was 10 days old that I almost died from it.” I don’t usually mention the word miracle. There are many people that do not believe in miracles, and that’s OK. People can believe whatever they want to believe. We live in America and have that freedom.
When I was fifteen months old, I had a tumor pressing on my brain. Doctors did surgery to remove the tumor when I was 22 months old. I was in a cast from my head down to my belly button and my arms were in the cast sticking straight out from my sides. I was in a drug induced comma to keep me from moving. My Mother was not allowed to see me, because she could not pick me up, and if I cried or moved in any way, I would end up being paralyzed from the neck down. It was hard for her, but she made it and so did I.
Fast forward to November of 2000. I had to have surgery to receive an artificial bladder. I have a neurogenic bladder and am unable to tell when I need to use the restroom. On November 2, 2000 I had surgery and received an artificial bladder that had been made from my intestines. That was over 15 years ago. I have been told that almost all of the patients that received an artificial bladder back then died within the first two to three years. So in essence, I have received a miracle again.
I am a survivor of all types of abuse when I was growing up. I was taken away from my family when I was 17 years old because of it. Had I not had my faith in God, I do not think that I could have survived. It is my personal belief that everybody has to have something or someone to believe in to get them through the most difficult times in their lives. For some it is God. There are many names for God. It all depends on what religion you are, and whether or not you have a religion. There are people that I know that do not actually have a religion, they just say that they believe in a higher power than what they are. This is their right, and one person does not have a right to tell another person that they are wrong in their belief, unless their “religion” states that they are supposed to kill other people. There is no way that it is right to take another person’s life because a religion states that it is right. If someone is about to kill you for any reason, then you have a right to defend yourself and kill them, but not because of religion. Of course in war there is a lot of killing, but it is war, and therefore understandable that people are going to die. It would be great if different countries and nationalities could just settle things by talking out whatever their differences are. Then there would not be so much killing.
This was on Facebook and I felt that it needed to be shared to emphasize a lot of what I write about. Even though we may have problems, there is always someone worse off than you are. Also, no matter how bad off you are, you can find something that you do well and expound on it. Read this story and watch this video and you will see what I am talking about. I think it will inspire anybody that takes the time to read and watch the story.
Patrick Henry Hughes plays in the marching band at the University of Louisville, but he’s never seen a single football game. That’s because Patrick was born blind. He’s also unable to fully use his arms and legs, so Patrick uses a wheelchair to get around. How is it that someone who can’t walk ended up in a marching band? Patrick’s story is full of extraordinary questions like this.
After Patrick was born, he developed a fond love of music when he discovered the family piano. By the time Patrick was 2 years old, he was able to play certain songs on command. His father lamented that Patrick would spend his days in a wheelchair, but he felt blessed that he’d be able to share the gift of music with his son.
Fast forward to Patrick’s college years at the University of Louisville. When someone in the music program first entertained the idea of him joining the marching band, Patrick thought it was preposterous. But with the help of his father, the two formed a team that would beat all of the odds and prove that there’s nothing you can’t do.
Watch the video below to see how Patrick’s father played a huge role in Patrick’s life. If you liked this story, make sure to share this video with your friends, so they can hear Patrick’s amazing story.
This is an article that I found on Facebook. I am copying it here for those of us that are survivors of many bad things. This little story just goes to show that something as simple as a “good touch” can literally save a life. Please read the short little story. I just hope that it touches my readers hearts as much as it touched mine. This is my way of sharing this story.
Twin girls, Brielle and Kyrie, were born 12 weeks ahead of their due date. Needing intensive care, they were placed in separate incubators. Kyrie began to gain weight and her health stabilized. But Brielle, born only 2 lbs, had trouble breathing, heart problems and other complications. She was not expected to live. Their nurse did everything she could to make Brielle’s health better, but nothing she did was helping her. With nothing else to do, their nurse went against hospital policy and decided to place both babies in the same incubator. She left the twin girls to sleep and when when she returned she found a sight she could not believe. She called all the nurses and doctors and this is what they saw. As Brielle got closer to her sister, Kyrie put her small little arm around her, as if to hug and support her sister. From that moment on, Brielle’s breathing and heart rate stabilized and her health became normal. Share the pic to show the world how a little bit of tender love and affection can save someone’s Life.
Jennifer Bricker was born without legs, and her biological parents gave her up for adoption because they couldn’t bring themselves to raise her. That was when she was adopted by Sharon and Gerald Bricker, who decided that they would raise her as they raised all their other children. They always told her that the one word she wasn’t allowed to say was “can’t.” Clearly, it had a huge impact on her life. She learned how to play just about every sport you can imagine, and even became her state’s best tumbler (in gymnastics), by high school.
What’s even more surprising is that she found out an incredible secret about her birth family when she was 16 years old. It is perhaps the most incredible coincidence I have ever heard of, and it’s sure to blow you away too.
I have posted this to point out that there is always someone worse off than you. But just once in a lifetime this person will amaze you with their abilities. It just goes to show that there is always hope! You just have to want to succeed bad enough. The best word to use is “Persevere”. That’s the key to making it. I just hope this video and post has inspired you as much as it did me.
She was only three when her Mother died from cancer. At her Mother’s death, Rhema was at her side holding her Mother’s hand, along with her Father. Her Father has been her greatest supporter. She has many many more videos. To view her other videos, please go to YouTube, and enter RhemaMarvanne, and it will come up with many thumb nails and you can decide which ones you want to watch. This little girl is so inspiring that I felt I had to share this with you.
When This Mom Thought She’d Cry Forever, An Angel Delivered A Letter From Heaven. Now I’m Crying!
Like many inspiring movies and books, this short story is fictional. However, the impact that this work will have on its readers is very real. Enjoy!
Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said “How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?” The surgeon said, “I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.” Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care anymore? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?” The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.” Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said goodbye to her son.
She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. “Would you like a lock of his hair?” the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, “It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. “I said no at first, but Jimmy said, “Mom, I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.” She went on, “My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.”
Sally walked out of Children’s mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son’s room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things, back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Lying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will never forget you, or stop loving you, just ’cause I’m not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me. He can have my room, and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like the same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, y’know.
Don’t be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus Himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God’s knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you goodbye and everything. But I already knew that wasn’t allowed.
“Well, y’know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal
pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him – ‘Where was He when I needed him?’ God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn’t that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I’m sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore … and God couldn’t stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was Special Delivery! How about that?