Merlin
Active Member
I guess I've seen what I call miracles a lot of times. Besides living through 5 heart attacks myself, I think it to be a miracle that my wife is still alive. One day 2 years ago her stomach starting hurting with excruciating pain. I got her to the emergency room as fast as I could and they started doing test on her. They found out an artery had burst in her stomach. The Dr.'s told us that this hospital, being a small rural hospital, didn't have the felicities to do this kind of operation and had to take her by helicopter to another hospital 50 miles away. They were also in agreement that she probably wouldn't live to get there. Now the miracle starts for us. There was a young, new Dr. that hadn't been at the hospital very long that just happen to over hear the discussion. He approached us and said, "excuse me, may I interject something into this conversation?" Sure, go ahead. "I taught this procedure at (I think he said Harvard, not sure) and that is what I am doing at this hospital, setting up a procedure and operating room to do this operation. I'm not quite finished yet, but I am close enough that I think I can save her." Thank you Jesus. He had her in the operation room in a matter of minutes and operated 4 1/2 hours and it turned out she had 3 places that needed repair. The operation was successful and she is alive today because of it. We wonder sometimes of what the odds are of that happening. 5 minutes either way and that Dr. may not even have been there.