Well first I'm not religious and don't know exactly what I believe when it comes to God and Jesus but this is what happened. My 5th child Davey was born 2 months early the doc thought that although his lungs seemed developed he still wanted to send him to Utah's Primary children's medical hospital just in case, also he said he would breath better at a lower altitude.(we lived in Wyoming at the time) So he was sent to primarys.He stayed a week. My parents live 1/2 hour from the hospital so we stayed there. After the week he was sent back to Evanston Wyoming hospital and stayed one day. We finally got to take him home. His first day home I was trying to nurse him but he would not wake. I flicked the bottom of his feet like the nurse told me but he still would not wake,He had not ate four 4 hours so I tried again, then he started to mewl like a new born kitten only fainter. Then he turned blue. We rushed him to emergency. Of course by then he wasn't blue and the #@$ doc said he was fine and asked was he my first child. (telling me all parents panic with the first) Well no he was my 5th child so I knew something was wrong.. They sent us home anyway. I stayed up all night sitting on the couch holding Davey. I nodded of here and there then would jerk awake and look at him check his breathing try to get him to nurse he would not. In the morning he started looking blue again. Once again we rushed him to the emergency. The doc came in and started yelling for all kinds of things I don't remember what but nurses and another doc showed up. They started hooking my baby up to stuff and i was screaming. They took him away and sent him to a hospital in Ogden Utah. He stayed there for 2 months. We were staying in a house provided by the hospital so we could be close. (It was only a block away) They called the first night said get here quick, We needed to tell him goodbye We ran to the hospital, and watched as his heart stopped. People were working on him and got it going again. We stayed the rest of the night and finally went back to the place they gave us and fell asleep. We went to be with him all the next day. They called again that night and we rushed again, and again his heart stopped, again they got it started, they said if he does live he will possibly have brain damage, and or be blind and or deaf. He lived and is now 8 years old very healthy and very smart, although he is very small. (He will never be a football player. LOL.) Anyway when he was 3 years old, me and his father ( we are divorced now) were sitting on the couch watching a movie, Davey walked up to us and said " What time is it" His Dad looked at his watch and said 7:37 Davey looks at us and says " That's the same time Jesus told me to come back home to you" Then he ran of to play. We were in shock for a minute then discussed it and checked the records we kept and found the second time his heart stopped had been at 7:35. We asked him about it later but he would only smile and shrug.

That is a great story thanks for sharing.

A very touching story. Once again, thank you for taking the time to post it here.

What a wonderful miracle you have. Sometime children know better than we as adults. Thank you for sharing your wonderful story. It’s nice to read a post that gives us all just a little more hope and faith.

Thank you Darkwind and Azalin. And thank you kimberly to, I agree he is a miracle.

Wow! I love miracles with children. Was he just preemie or did he get sick or something?

Oops I'm sorry. Yes he got the RSV virus. Very dangerous.

Yep that's what happened! Good story mommy!

Hi daughter. Love your name!

Am just wondering, while all this was going on, did you pray at all? Do you know if others were praying for you? It is a wonderful story, thanks for sharing.

Yes. I actually got a phone book and started calling churches of every denomination, Catholics, Babtist, Morman, anything I found in the phone book. I said " I dont know you but please I need a miracle, Please start a prayer chain. My Baby is dying." Obviously something worked. He is going to be a lion for this Halloween.

What a great story My_psychosis! I can't imagine what you went through.....so sorry. But, I am so happy for you with "Davey" being okay now.


I am a believer.......I have heard of both children and adults have seen Jesus while they were in the process of dying.....or died and came back to life.

I even heard of children who were dying and a miracle happened like in Davey case say can you smell Jesus when they were close to newborns? Because they said when they were so sick....Jesus was holding them.....and they could smell His smell still on the babies. Cool.

that was cool.

Cool where do you find these stories Rabbit? I would love to read them. Are they are on the site you gave me the link to? I'll go check.

Hello My_psychosis

Some one sent me an e-mail about the child. If I ever find it I can send it to you by PM ing you.

On the first time I almost died my boys were two and three. I had almost died while carring my youngest son and at that time the doctor misdiagnosied me....but a little over two years later I got it again. The connective tissue around my heart became inflamed and filled with a fluid.....it was real bad. I was not on pain meds because they were still trying to figure out what it was that I had. They knew I was dying....the doctor was down the hall waiting on that day that I was dying for I was getting weaker and weaker.....and he wanted to be near by. I knew I was dying too and that I'd never see my children and husband again. So I prayed they would accept my death and that my family would too. I was praying for my husband to find a nice wife who would love our children and be good to them when suddenly I felt a presense at the foot of by bed. I open my eyes and saw Jesus. Wow! I was not expecting that. I tried to leave my body to go to Him but couldn't....He knew what I was trying to do. He told me it was not my time to go. Said I couldn't come now. I had a mission to comeplete and when I finished it I could come home but He didn't tell me what it was. But I had never felt that kind of love before and can't explain it or put it into words.....but I wanted to go with Him and I loved my family a lot. Everyone who I've talked too about this that has had a similar experience or that a friend that has said the same thing....and none could tell you what he looked like.... me either but we all could describe the love.

After Jesus vanished.....the nurses came back to take my vital signs.....they were doing it about every fifteen to twenty minutes. I had a temp over 104...barely a pulse or heart beat and in a whole lot of pain. The nurses went wild.....brought in more nurses.....and then the doctor came in. He said I don't know what in the He** happen......but everything is normal in less than fifteen mimutes. You can go home tomarrow. It is a miracle....you should have died....I was waiting here for you knowing you were going to dying soon. I just smiled. I was embarrased to tell him because he was Jewish. He told me he wanted to check my blood work for the next six weeks......and I said okay.

That would not be the first nor the last time that God intervened on my behalf....with this illness. Why I do not know. No one special. No worthy achievements. But I loved Jesus since I was four years old. And I've known He's always been close by....when I needed Him.

I know most won't believe this and that is okay.....all my friends and family know this is the truth and that's all that matters to me. I was not to be born....my mother almost died having my brohter. My father was also very ill and could possibly die. Oops. Then I came a long. I think I was sent here to care for my parents and others. Now everyone is grown...both my parents are gone.....and I wonder if He's coming to take me home now. I do worry about it. Everyday is a gift.....you never know what tomarrow brings. I enjoy life....and I know what is important.... Relatioinships....in the end that is all you have. If you are blessed you will have many good memories of those relationships.

I will never forget a story that a fellow Christian told me who worked in Christian ministires. The person was part of a prision ministry who came and shared the Bible with prisionsers. The man came every weekend to visit the prisioners and share God' Word. He said he had one guy that they had to keep in chains he was a very big man. He was the meanest man in the whole prison. He sat alone far from the others with the guards. He sat and listened but never spoke to him and seldom to anyone else. One day the Christian man was talking to his family and telling them all about his experiences and his little girl said she wanted to write a letter to the man in chains. He asked her why she wanted to write him and she told her father that she didn't think he had any friends so she wanted to be his friend. So the father let her write the letter and she sealed it up and he took it with him to the prison. He got up and taught the Bible class and just before he closed he walked over to the man in chains and handed him the letter from his daughter. He told the man in chains it was from his little girl.

The man open the letter and read it and broke down in tears. The father was concern and asked him what did she say. He held the letter tightly to himself and said....."My Daddy teaches you about Jesus and he said you sat all by yourself, and I thought you should have a friend because Jesus loves me and "I love you." The man in chains said in all his whole life not one single soul on this planet ever said those words to him......not one. Not even his own mother. It was the first time in my life some one said those words to me! Now they were both were crying. The little girl wrote many letter to him and the man gave his heart to Jesus. Little kids are so cool.....they talk right from the heart. One litte girl turn a giant of a man around....with three words...."I love you". Too bad those same words can't turn a world around.

God Bless you My_psychosis

That's a beautiful story.

Interesting and pretty site....Star-Child

Reminds me of a story with my daughter. Not a miracle per say but cool just the same. I was on a Grayhound bus with my daughter who was not yet 2. There was a very large black man on the bus. He was rude and complained constantly. It was to hot turn of the heat. Then its to cold turn it back on. People are talking/ or have lights on and I'm trying to sleep, and on and on. We had bus trouble and had to pull into an all night truck stop. Of course he was really gripping now. I sat down at a booth with my daughter who emidiatley climbed down and started wandering around. I watched as she smiled and giggled at the other customers. She came to the booth with the big man. She stopped and looked up into his heavily bearded face and reached out her little arms and said "pity, pity teddy bear. ( preety preety teddy bear.) He looked at her and said "what" " Pity teddybear" She repeated. Im hurrying to get her now but suddenly this big mean man picked my daughter up and set her in his lap where she began to stroke his beard saying "pity Teddy bear" The rest of the trip he was holding her, playing peekaboo, etc. It was beautiful.

Thanks Star. You have a lovely site.

Hello My psychosis

What a cute story about your daughter......kids can melt your heart.

Hi Rabbit trail. Yes they can. Just curious where did you get your name? I got mine from the movie Dream team. Peter Boyle plays a guy named Jack in a mentle home, anyway at one point he says to another guy " Stay out of my psychosis" It's a very cute and funny movie.

Woah guys, thanks but this isn't my site LOL

No the link to Ashleys surrealism. Thats yours isnt it?

Oh yes it is. lol Thank you!

Hello My_psychosis

I had a whole lot of other names I tried to use and it wouldn't let me use them and I felt like I was on a Rabbit Trail.....that leads to another trail that leads.....and so on.
But it is interesting....for I too was on many Rabbit Trails in my life. Then I found "The Way".....again. I accepted Jesus when I was four....He was always in my heart.....but I was always walking ahead of Him.... Now I am equally yoked with Him.

Have a Good day.....Take Care God Bless.

I miss the days when they were gentler.

Hello Denzanrom

Would you explain more.....I am not sure whether you are talking about your country or that is it the signs of the times.