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#31    Walken

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Posted 29 April 2005 - 06:28 PM

These are excellent stories.

I have butterfly syndrome, but in many ways I think thats a miracle in itself.

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Posted 29 April 2005 - 07:59 PM

What a great thread!  Thanks, Irish.  These stories warm the heart and the spirit.

My miracles are small ones compared to some of these, but I’ll take them, just the same!

I suffered from severe depression as a teenager.  One night, while I was crying and wishing God would let me die, I felt a warm sensation wrap around me, and in my mind’s eye, I saw the wings of an angel surround me.  It comforted me so much that I fell into a deep sleep.  The next day, things didn’t seem so terrible.  The memory of those angel’s wings has comforted me throughout my lifetime.

When I was pregnant with my second child, I was told that I was measuring much too large for a 4-month fetus.  The doctor thought I may have gotten my dates wrong or that I might be having twins.  The ultrasound showed that the baby was the right size for the dates I had, but that there was way too much amniotic fluid around the baby.  The doctor told me this was a sign of an abnormality and possibly retardation.  I spent the next two weeks constantly worrying.  My husband and I couldn’t decide whether to have additional tests run to determine the cause of the abnormality.  

One day, while cleaning the bathroom sink and worrying, a strange feeling came over me, and I just KNEW that the baby would be fine.  I didn’t hear a booming voice or see a sign in the clouds, it was just a feeling of absolute surety that nothing was wrong with the baby and all would be well.  We didn’t have any other tests run, and I didn’t worry for the rest of my pregnancy.

Daniel was born a month early but fully grown at 7 pounds 12 ounces.  He was perfect.  I left the hospital with my baby within 24 hours of giving birth.  I know that it was the Holy Spirit that had reassured me.

About 14 years ago, I was working full time at a college and raising two kids and a husband.  tongue.gif  I started suffering from a sharp, stabbing pain in my back which my doctor couldn’t diagnose.  After an examination and some basic tests, he found nothing wrong with me.   He gave me a cortisone injection in my back (which did nothing), loaded me up with pain pills and sent me on my way.  After a week of constant, stabbing pain and trying to work while taking pain pills, I went back to the doctor.  He still couldn’t find anything wrong with me and put me on a high dose of ibuprofen for the pain.   (Yes, he was a quack and I have changed doctors long ago.)

Another week went by, the pain was constant and more severe, the ibuprofen was tearing up my stomach, and I had to miss work because I couldn’t function.  I was afraid of losing my job, worried that I was dying, and I didn’t know where to turn.  It came to me that I should see my priest and ask for the Anointing of the Sick, which is a Catholic sacrament.  My mom drove me to my church, the priest gave me the blessing, and we left.  On the way home, a voice came to me:  “Tell the doctor to check for gall stones.”  I wasn’t even sure what gall stones were.  I told my doctor, he looked at me like I was nuts but ordered an ultrasound.  I had 21 small gall stones.  After surgery, I recuperated quickly and was able to go back to work.

After seeing a doctor for a year about swollen lymph nodes in her neck (yes, it was the same quack I mentioned above—but that’s another story), my mom was diagnosed with tongue and neck cancer.  Our local specialist told her she had 2-5 years left to live, with or without treatment, which would include surgery for the removal of her tongue.   My mom (who was in her late 60’s) told the doctor she would rather keep her tongue and let the cancer take its course so she could die quickly.  The doctor told her this was a painful death—the body actually suffocates and starves because the cancer would cut off her oxygen and keep her from eating.  My mom seemed resigned to dying, but her daughters and God had other plans.

I went to my allergist for sinus trouble.  Out of the blue, he asked how my mom was (mom wasn’t even his patient at the time).  I told him the bad news.  He stopped what he was doing, went to his library and started finding and copying tons of information about Vanderbilt Cancer Clinic in Nashville, TN to give to me.  He told me to get her out of our town and to Vanderbilt.  After a call to Vanderbilt, who said they needed no referral and accepted everyone who asks, we set up an appointment for Mom.  

Mom’s specialist at Vanderbilt was a brilliant woman.  The only cancer patients she saw were neck/throat patients.  She was surprised to find this type of cancer in my mother; she said that 95 percent of patients with this type of cancer were smokers, and all of her patients had been smokers.  (She didn’t know Mom had smoked for 40 years before quitting.)  After her initial examination, my mom said to her, “Can you just give me some pain medication so I can die peacefully?”  The doctor said, “There are some patients that come to me that have no hope, and yes, we help them to die with as little pain as possible.  But we can cure this.”

The treatment was difficult for everyone, especially my Mom, but experimental chemotherapy, radiation and surgery has left her with her tongue intact and her life.  She has been cancer free for 8 years now.  I thank God and all those marvelous doctors for her life.  She is a blessing to me and my family.

God works in mysterious—and many—ways.  When I remember the blessings he has given me, and I read the stories in this thread, I realize how much God is in this world—if we only look for him.


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Posted 29 April 2005 - 08:22 PM

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Thanks for sharing those remarkable stories. While I was reading them I heard an old country western song in my head, cant remember who sung it but it was called "Thank God for Un-answered Prayers" It is a very wise song because we don’t always see the big picture and ask for silly things we may regret.
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Posted 29 April 2005 - 08:23 PM

QUOTE(Walken @ Apr 29 2005, 12:28 PM)
These are excellent stories.

I have butterfly syndrome, but in many ways I think thats a miracle in itself.

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Hi Walken
I have never heard of  butterfly syndrome, tell me what is it?
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Posted 29 April 2005 - 08:27 PM

QUOTE(Irish @ Apr 29 2005, 02:23 PM)
I certainly believe that you not only experienced a miracle but two of them. The first being the miraculous fact that you all survived such a horrendous accident. And the second one being the awareness of the moment and the spiritual enlightenment that was the result of it. Most people are unaware of their surroundings during such trauma.
I am curious to know if you experienced any time distortion (slowing up or speeding up) during the experience. From what I understand this is a common phenomenon in these cases.
Keep growing and learning and question everything.
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Hello Irish,
I have been in two more car accidents since this particular one and I can tell you that there is indeed a sense of slowing down, like certain moments or rather seconds seem to be drug out a little longer that the rest. The particular moment in the above story of the slowing down scenario was when I had looked down at my friends feet and the 2nd time was when I was hovering above my head. Surreal is the word I can best use to describe these experiences.

This is a wonderful thread. It is a place we can be ourselves, share our stories and grow in wisdom with one another.

Blessings Always,
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Posted 29 April 2005 - 08:33 PM

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God works in mysterious—and many—ways. When I remember the blessings he has given me, and I read the stories in this thread, I realize how much God is in this world—if we only look for him.


God Bless you HowdyDoo.  God will always be with you, you have proved it in the telling of your experiences. I could see Him there in your words. Thank you for sharing.

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Posted 29 April 2005 - 08:39 PM

Thanks, Irish and Curious.

I often forget how blessed I have been.  I am so grateful for a chance to remember and to share.


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Posted 30 April 2005 - 03:18 AM

QUOTE(HowdyDoo @ Apr 30 2005, 06:59 AM)
What a great thread!  Thanks, Irish.  These stories warm the heart and the spirit.

My miracles are small ones compared to some of these, but I’ll take them, just the same!

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I have to disagree with you.  There is no such thing as "small" miracles.

You haven't got depression.  Your child was born healthy.  Your gall stones were removed.  And your Mum is still alive.

That's amazing and special and very definitely not "small"



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Posted 01 May 2005 - 11:16 PM

Hi guys

Damn my legs are getting tired, its only been  34 hours damn. The high from the ice I hit a day ago must be warring off. I gotta get out of here, the faces are coming together, all the happy faces gone, just strangers. What’s that smell, sh** some b**** just vomited on me.

“Sorry baby” she said  “Your alright man, hey at least we got it on a back in the little girls room”

Need to get out of  here I don’t know her I can’t believe I just did her and she just hurled on me. I’ve been hot all for a while now my body is acting up, I hate that **** the moment when the high is going cold, you feel numb then reality hits you. All that good stuff was just a sham, it was all in your head. That hot girl you had looked like Beyonce, then off the high she was just some ugly girl. You thought you were drinking crystal to find out it was just water. That guy you knocked turned out to be your best bud. That life right maybe who knows. The cold night air is giving me the shakes or is just me don‘t know.

“Jesus,” my wallet is gone, now I got to walk home a good 14 New York city blocks to my apartment. “Jesus” ha, since when I felt like it calling out Jesus. Selfish f***, people only wants him when they got a problem including me, the Santa of all problems. The guy you know who will help you out when you believe, but he never comes. “**** all that ****.” focus, focus I don’t want to scare people. I wonder if I’m walking in a straight line. Good thing there is only a small amount of people out. Odd for a town that is up most of the time.

I’ve never been a good guy, I hit and scream at my mother the only person to love me. I steal, I cheat, I curse, I fight just for the hell of it. My girlfriend, I left the b**** when I knocked her up. I take Crystal Meth all the time and some other drugs. I’m in a racket that cheats out on all the little guys, those dumb *****. Damn I done some major **** in my life. It was time that karma caught up with me, I ain't got no honor from anybody, but worst of all I ain’t got dignity of my own. So whose gonna care they probably doing society, those ******* a favor. My heart sank when I saw this guy, I owe him big and this is it, no going back now, I’m done for it.

“Look what we got here” Mark smacks me in my face a couple of time. “Where is my money”…….. “Look at me”… he smacks me in the face again. “I said ******* look at me you worthless dick, where is my f***ing money.”

“I don’t got it man.”
“You don’t got it.”
“Yeah, yo I got you son, I‘ll get the money to you tomorrow.”
“You got me no, I got you now not tomorrow now *****, your ass is done, **** this motha ***** up, I want him dead.”

I wish I could get out of this hold by marks thugs but the  Meth got me ****** up, **** I ****** up, its over now. My face hurt, that ******* boot hurts like hell. What should I do now call Santa Clause, I always believed, but why now. My ribs are broken from that crowbar to my side. Why now, why should I think I deserve to call Jesus. One of the guys got a bat, he looks strong, this is going to hurt.

God, father, Christ, holy ghost or Jesus, I don’t know! Its been a long time since I prayed, ha I guess everybody prays, I remember somebody told me everybody prays because someone is always saying “Jesus give me another drink, I had a horrible day, but the funny thing is the bartender ain’t Jesus.”
I don’t know how this works, is there like a system, like you get three wishes, or your convert the amount of good deeds into a wish, or is it… forget it. Wishes or they wishes or miracles…..damn I can’t even focus during prayer. Remember back at home, my old home in long island. Mom still there, you already know that don’t you. But Remember that one morning, when the sun was out and strong. I saw the most beautiful pink butterflies in the world, and the were rimmed with gold, and glowing. Everybody thought I was crazy "there is no butterflies that are pink, gold, and glow," only my mother believed me. I still believe in those butterflies, maybe mom still believes also. I want to see them again , please forgive me.


Home still the same nothing has changed. I walked up to the door, Why for some reason I think if it was locked it was not meant to be. I turned the knob it was open, what a coincidence, no fate. Maybe not. A man old like 50 or something stood in the house.

“Who are you”
“Sorry, I thought..........”

I ran  out of there but just when I hit the sidewalk “wait!” It was mom her face full of love, rage, happiness, hate, hope, despair, all in one look. She’s still at home, I started to cry. We walked towards each other with hesitation, eagerness, wondering if it could work out between us. Looking at each other thinking if their is still something there. We embraced, warm, hearts beating in sync, old memories of the good times over shadow the darkness, the bliss is overwhelming both of us can hardly hold our tears. Together, we are together again. We step back and take a look at each other see how much we have changed. Then there they were, the beautiful pink and gold rimmed butterflies glowing in the sun. We both saw them my mom and I. There is hope for a future.


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Posted 02 May 2005 - 01:29 PM

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QUOTE(HowdyDoo @ Apr 30 2005, 06:59 AM)
What a great thread!  Thanks, Irish.  These stories warm the heart and the spirit.

My miracles are small ones compared to some of these, but I’ll take them, just the same!

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I have to disagree with you.  There is no such thing as "small" miracles.

You haven't got depression.  Your child was born healthy.  Your gall stones were removed.  And your Mum is still alive.

That's amazing and special and very definitely not "small"

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Bobbie:

Just to clarify:  I think the point of my sharing was to prove that there are no small miracles.  I just took poetic license to prove a point.  

I did not say I have depression now--I had depression as a teenager.  Actually, I'm quite content at this point in my life, and I am thoroughly grateful for everything I have.

Maybe I wasn't clear in my sharing; for this I apologize.

God bless!



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Posted 02 May 2005 - 04:13 PM

Hi super pancake
Wow! I look back on the things I had to contend with as a youth and I begin to think I was pretty lucky. Even growing up in Northern Ireland during the worst of the troubles is not much compared to someone growing up on the worst side of a big city. With its gang violence and drug wars and total despair. I, at least knew who my enemies were and could chose to avoid them, for the most part!
I think I understand why drugs and alcohol seems to be the only escape from a reality that is both brutal and cruel. I do not have any answers for you and can only offer my prayers that you can find an escape that does not have a price as high as drugs, and I don’t mean monetary price.
I am sure that most here would agree that you need a personal miracle in your life to change the direction you are heading in. But you yourself must be ready to embrace it, and I sincerely hope that you are.
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Posted 03 May 2005 - 12:14 AM

Hello everybody!

Hey Irish, this is not my life fortunately but an experience my friend shared to me. He is a criminal I could safely say, did some minor crimes and a few felonies. Was a big crystal meth user because it comes with the lifestyle, he was a big club scene kind of guy. So to keep it up he did crystal meth. He owed to many people money got roughed up badly, he should of been dead, said he prayed for those butterflies and saw them again, thanks god everyday after that plus he is back with his mother. He's doing pretty good for himself now, watches over his mom and got a job as a anti-drug counselor the last time I talked to him. a good guy who found himself in God he tells me. He's always telling me to do the same, I respond "I'll be O.K. on my own,"  then he is like "for how long?"

As for me I used to do drugs small stuff only stoped because I promised my mom as long I live in her house I will be drug free. so i just write short stories, lyrics, scripts, to pass the time and stay out of trouble. God, religion, and spirituality is a big thing in my life, I'm glad to have met a lot of people from all walks of life to share there miracles of God to me. I believe in them all. original.gif


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Posted 06 May 2005 - 10:06 PM

Everyone here has amazing storys, My Miracles are my two kids.. wub.gif

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Posted 06 May 2005 - 10:31 PM

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Everyone here has amazing storys, My Miracles are my two kids.. wub.gif

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Posted 07 May 2005 - 01:51 AM

Well, i'm a bit skeptical over what actually happened, but I will share the story, it's still a mystery to me. I was 8 or 9, and we were moving out of our house. Me, my older brother, and his friend were moving a 200 pound wheelchair ramp by slowly siding it across the grass because how else would a couple of 12 year olds and an 8 year old move it? My brother and his friend left for some reason, and they thought I was with them, so they didn't realize they left me with the huge ramp! Of course how could a little kid keep from it falling on him? I dunno, but I somehow pushed it away from me and escaped with a little cut on the neck. I don't know how it happened because back then I was weak and pathetic.

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