I have never shared one of my life changing experiences with any person other than my immediate family. I constantly read post asking for prayers for people in need and I always say a prayer for those people. In September 1991 while exercising, I got a terrible headache that I knew was abnormal. I was so sick that I had to lay on the floor while I waited to die. After thirty minutes, I felt that I could stand up and call my doctor. As luck would have it, he was on vacation and his answering machine sent me to his backup doctor. I called this doctor and he agreed to see me later that afternoon. I went to him and he found nothing wrong and scheduled a cat scan for two days later. I worked second shift and believe it or not, I went to work that day and the next day. I was extremely sick both of those days, but I had myself believing I was feeling better. I had the CT scan on Wed. afternoon and did not go to work that day. I had no sooner got home from the scan when the phone rang. It was the hospital calling and they told me to get someone to get me back up there immediately. I called my wife at her job and had her take me back to the hospital. At this point I did not know what they had found and was sick with worry and pain. At the hospital they told me I had a bleeding brain aneurysm and it was extremely serious. They took me by ambulance to Cleveland, Ohio where I was put in a dark room without any visitors allowed. My brain was full of blood and I was given a 50% chance to live until surgery could be performed. If I survived the surgery, I was told that I could expect many defictits such as being blind or paralyzed. The surgery was scheduled for Friday morning, but there was too much blood in my brain. They had to wait until Monday morning hoping that the bleeding would stop. For those three days I lay in a room with no light or visitors. The doctors would not risk me getting stimulated by the sun or any vistiors. I don't think I opened my eyes for those three days, praying for Monday to come so I could have a chance at life. Sunday night at around midnight, I was praying as I has for the last three days when I heard voices near me. I opened my eyes to see my pastor and one of my life long friends standing over me praying. My worry was gone at that point. It was a strange feeling to think that I would be OK with whatever the outcome was. To this day, I thought my seeing these people was a dream, but that was not the case. They were there and their prayers along with mine were answered. I survived the eleven hour surgery with abslolutely no problems or deficits. Prayer is powerful and please pray for all in need. R.L.
Ma Betty