Living Miracle

When I was born everything appeared normal. I behaved like any healthy baby would. As time pasted something began to happen. I lacked energy, my pulse and heart rate were very high. After having multiple ultrasounds it was discovered that there was a hole connecting two incorrect chambers in my heart. This meant that my heart was having to work harder because some blood that was sent out wasn't properly oxygenated. If I had grown any older with that condition I would have died because my heart would not have been able to supply enough blood to my body. Now that the problem was identified it did not make things much easier. I was put on a machine to enrich the oxygen going into my lungs, and I was scheduled for surgery. A few ultrasounds later it was discovered that there was an additional hole. This one was not as serious. It connected two chambers that were not as critical. The hole still should be patched just the same. Through this entire process I was covered with prayers by my family and friends. Everyone was hoping for a miracle. The day came and so does my earliest memory. I can remember laying in that bed and watching the white ceiling tiles and the occasional light pass by as I was wheeled into the operating room. The doctors put me to sleep and when they opened me up they were in for a surprise. The last ultrasound I had showed two very distinct holes with no signs of healing. When they stared into my open chest with their own eyes they saw something else. The hole connecting the two chambers mixing oxygenated and un-oxygenated blood was completely healed. The other hole had the beginnings of scar tissue forming over it as well. They removed the forming scar tissue and sealed the hole, but the real reason why opened my up was already resolved. G-d answered my families prayers. The doctors still cannot explain how it happened.

Now because of the holes my heart is stronger and so is my faith; G-d planted something in my heart during that operation. The problem that once would of been the death of me is now the reason why I boast of my FATHER. Miracles still happen I am a walking, living, breathing, miracle. Part of me did die that day, but not the part that was supposed to. The part of me that was going to live for myself is gone. I am left with a scar running down my chest from that operation. It is a constant reminder in my life that every breath I take is a gift from G-d. I am determined to live every breath for G-d and do everything I can to show the love that I was shown. I have looked death in the face and felt G-d's strong hand pull me into his protection. I am now on a mission from him to be his hand to others.