Last week my 51 year old friend had a stroke & a heart attack at the same time. Calling his girlfriend to inquire about his condition bought me several trips taking her to the hospital, located 60 miles away.
It's always an awakening experience walking through any hospital let alone the dreaded intensive care unit. Doctors & nurses scurry back & forth, guarding their posts, always ready for emergencies which seem to be their norm.
A couple stood over a bed where a young man lay, probably their son, and their grief spilled over into the hall where passers by didn't even notice, except me, who choked on a tear and could feel God's presence there with them.
That was 1 week ago. Tonight my friend, Don, was moved into the rehabilitation unit. It's nice, like a condo complete with a plasma television hung on the wall. He's a great candidate they say. I already know God does perform miracles every single day.
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