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On Wednesday, June 8, 2005 I got ready go to see my doctor. I had two places to go including the visit to my doctor. I locked my apartment door exactly at 8:10 am. Immediately when I stepped on the sidewalk I began to stagger uncontrollably. It was as if I was extremely drunk. I felt like my sugar had dropped dramatically. I began to sweat profusely. It was as if someone poured water on me. I was wet to the touch, but never out of breath nor in pain.
I staggered to the driveway and I tried to open the gate to get into the car, but I felt like I was going to pass out and that my life force was leaving me. I immediately thought my sugar had dropped but it was strange that it would drop so quickly and intensely without any of the usual symptoms. I turned around, walked to the side of the house, and rested my hands on the porch railings. I felt a funny feeling in the center of my chest and I passed out.
When I opened my eyes 20 minutes later, I was facing the blacktop of my driveway on the left side of my face. I lay briefly on my back and looked at the sky. Then I sat up and noticed that my gingham cotton dress was up exposing my thighs. I pulled my dress down. I also noticed that my black handbag was near my body, just laying there facing up. I sat stunned and feeling like my life energy was leaving me. I asked God out loud to help me to get up from the floor. I weigh about 360, so it would be difficult for me to get up even under normal healthy circumstances. I was amazed, I got up in a split second light as a feather.
I held on to the side of the house and staggered to the cement steps of my house. I sat there feeling that at any moment I would pass out. I felt like an ocean tide was pulling me away. There was no pain, just a feeling that my life force was being drained from me and as it left the weaker I felt.
The children next door to me came down and said "Hello Miss Magaly." I was waiting for their mother but since I was so sick I was bending over about to pass out and I never saw the mother and she didnít even notice me at all. The next moment I looked her car was gone. I slowly got up, staggering and I went up the stairs of my home. I tried to open momís door down stairs but I couldnít, I was so sick. I am glad I wasnít able to because if I had gone up the stairs I would have found the door into her apartment locked and would not have been able to get in. So I asked God help me to open my apartment door and He did.
I staggered into my apartment throwing my handbag and coat on the floor. I staggered through my apartment and opened the kitchen door to go up the backstairs to momís apartment where I could drink some orange juice for my alleged sugar drop.
I opened the door and started to go up the stairs but by then the dizziness, weakness, and staggering were too intense. I was dragging myself up the stairs and nearly on my fours. I felt like life was leaving me and I asked God to help me and not leave me alone. Then the Spirit of God reminded me that in the Bible it says "I will never leave or forsake you." In my weakness I thanked God for being with me. I didnít feel much life or strength left in me. I did not want to die like an animal between two floors. No one knew what was happening to me. Then the Spirit of God brought to my mind a Bible verse that I found several months before that really struck me for some reason. "I shall not die but live to declare the works of the Lord," Psalms 118:17.
I repeated that over and over again as loud as I could. I rebuked every demonic force and death that was against me at that moment. I started to Praise God for all His Mercies. I finally got to the second floor, opened the kitchen door, and clung to the refrigerator.
I wanted to put sugar in the orange juice but I was too weak to go to the food pantry and somehow I knew in my heart that if I attempted that I would have passed out. I drank orange juice until I couldnít drink anymore, I was still sick, feeling my life was leaving me. Although my sugar had gone up high, I felt I was safe about the sugar level. But I still was very ill. I lost control of my bodily function and I urinated on myself as I sat in the kitchen.
I called my doctor to let her know that I had to cancel my 9 a.m. appointment because I was sick at home and it was 9 a.m. already. Without any thought I said to the receptionist "I passed out in the driveway." The nurse immediately got on the phone and told me to go to the emergency room. I said "OK," but that I had to go downstairs in order to get to the hospital. The nurse said not to do that, because I could pass out again. I couldnít call 911 because they would respond to the wrong apartment and break the wrong door.
I called my friend to take me to the hospital. I told him I was very sick and I started to cry. He said he would be right over. I slowly went down the stairs and went to my apartment. I attempted to change my wet underwear as I sat on the corner of my bed down stairs in my apartment. I bent over slightly and it was as if someone told me "do not do it, if you bend over you will pass out." So I didnít. I managed to go to the front of my apartment and was able to open and lock the door. I sat on a chair on the porch unable to move or go down the stairs in the front of the house.
My friend, who was 73 years old, God bless his wonderful heart, took a good look at me and said "I am not going to take you to the hospital. Your skin is extremely gray. We need to call the ambulance." Then three neighbors came over. They were discussing whether to call 911. They formed a circle around me to prevent me from falling down, since I kept repeating as I was bending down from my sitting position "I am going to pass out." Finally the little angels used a cell phone and called 911.
The fire department was the first to respond. They asked me what happened and I told them that I passed out in the driveway. One of them said, "why did you do that?" I couldnít laugh, I was too sick. As they began to work on me, the Mohawk Ambulance arrived. The Paramedics were talking to me and I said to them "For the first time in over 4 years that I called you not for mom but for me." I then broke down crying with all my soul. The fireman, who had made the joke, was beside himself and didnít know what to do with a sick crying woman. He told me "donít cry. Everything will be all right."
Then they proceeded to place me in the stretcher. They were gentle with me. I was so sick and weak that they helped me. As I lay in the stretcher I felt a hand of someone gently stroking my forehead and my hair. It felt so comforting to me but I didnít know who was doing it until later. It was my neighbor from 6 houses away.
I was put in the ambulance and, according to my friend, the ambulance did not move for about 20 minutes. My poor friend couldnít move his car because the ambulance was blocking him in the driveway. I only remember answering a few questions. I donít recall anything else although I felt I was fully aware of everything around me.
Finally, I was taken to St. Claireís Hospital. The doctors asked me many questions, especially if I was out of breath and my reply was always "no." The doctors told me I possibly had a heart attack but I doubted it very much. Although I am considered a good candidate for it, I knew that wasnít it. I told them I was in no pain, that the only thing I felt was as if my sugar dropped and there was a funny sensation in my chest before I passed out in the driveway.
As I lay in the hospital emergency room, I started to praise God for his wonderful mercy toward me. I kept saying God is so wonderful and merciful toward his children. The Jewish doctor and the nurse looked at me like I had lost it. But I said, "You do not understand! I could have passed out when I was driving the car, or passed out going down the stairs from the second floor." Again, I said, "God is so wonderful." Then I told the doctor and the nurse about the Psalms 118:17. The doctor surprised me and said "I can tell you that in Hebrew" and he did. The Bible verse in Hebrew was beautiful.
I was given an ultrasound on the left leg where my ankle had been swollen for a while. I looked at the man and asked: "Is my leg OK?" He said "No." You have a large blot clot behind the knee." I asked, "Are you a Christian?" And he said "yes." Then I said: "letís hold hands and pray to God in the name of Jesus Christ for His Presence in this situation and for healing."
I went back to the emergency room where the doctors told me I could have passed out when the clot went into the heart or lungs. A x-ray was taken of the lungs and to the surprise of the doctors and many others I had multiple clots, old and new, in both lungs. The doctorís told me people die with one clot only, let alone multiple clots. I must have been clotting a long time and was not aware of it, except for an occasional light pain in both lungs in the bottom. This to me was normal since I have had a lot of bronchitis.
From June 8 - 17, 2005, I was put in intensive care and I overheard a doctor tell the nurses, under no circumstances was I to get down from the bed or even move. One day I decided to help them as they pushed me up in the bed and immediately the nurse told me: "You are not to move under any circumstances, let us do the work." So they did.
During my first night in the intensive care I lost consciousness three times. In the second one I told the doctor I didnít feel well, and that something was wrong. I attempted to get up and out of my bed but fell back into it. At that point I told the doctor who was holding my hand, "donít let me go." He said he wouldnít. He asked me if I was in any pain. I said "no." "Whatís wrong?" I said, "I feel like I am drifting away, I am going away." I must have passed out because I donít remember anything else. But three times God, in His Mercy, brought me back.
Being hospitalized is a very humbling experience, having your most basic needs met. Although I lay basically flat on my back from June 8 to 17, there was nothing wrong with my brain or mouth. Therefore, I had many wonderful opportunities to witness to the hospital staff about the Lord and to get either their personal home address or work address to mail momís wonderful testimony of Godís Mercy and my special letter "The Worldís Greatest Treasure." I was blessed by meeting many wonderful doctors, nurses, and staff.
I was twice taken to the intensive care unit. The reason for the second time was because my oxygen level was 72. Before they rushed me to the intensive care unit again they put an oxygen mask on me with four liters of oxygen. I kept telling them through the mask that I was fine and that I could breathe. They insisted that I was not well. The intensive care doctors did not believe that I was back again.
I was finally released from the intensive care unit to the regular hospital on June 17, 2005. On that day I stood up for the first time but I was too weak to stand and I felt that the leg that had the clot was about to burst. I would need physical therapy so I could learn to walk again and gain strength in both my legs.
When I went to the regular hospital, and during the night, I asked God to allow me to walk because I wanted to go home. I needed and wanted to go home but I had to walk for my independence. That very same night when I got up to go to the commode I had no pain at all. My therapy was getting from the bed to the commode.
Finally the doctor ordered physical therapy for me. As I left my room, I stopped and looked straight at the therapist and said, "I want you to understand that I am walking not because of your therapy but because I prayed to my God and He answered me, OK. He acknowledged what I said and we continued to walk for a little while.
Later I noticed that breathing was very painful on my lungs. Whether I breathed, swallowed, coughed, sneezed or even yawned, it was like I had half lungs on both sides and they were going to burst. So again I prayed to God asking him to allow me to fully and deeply breathe without my lungs hurting me. And then I went to sleep. The next morning I was able to breathe deeply without any pain. God is so wonderful.
There were several surprises in store for me during my hospital stay. Something that in a million years I did not expect.
On Friday, June 17, 2005, at about 11:30 p.m. my niece came into my bedroom in the hospital and woke me up. She said "Ti, I hope that you will not get angry with me, but I did something." I said "What, did you do?" "I told your sister about you being in the hospital and what happened to you." My niece also told me that my sister was in the hallway waiting to see if I would let her come in to see me. She also stated that if I didnít want to see her that she would understand. I told my niece "yes" that I wanted to see her.
What is so miraculous about my sister seeing me? For almost 20 years she really hadnít spoken to mom or me. There was always such a force of hatred in her eyes toward me. I have yet to understand and discover "why the hatred?" I love my sister very much. There are two reasons that are part of the hatred she feels toward me: 1 - That I did not give my niece to her when my other sister died so she could raise her. But my sister, our sister, asked me to raise her daughter if anything ever happened to her. But she never wrote it out on paper or even told anyone, especially my sister. The second reason was a horrible mistake of perception of the mind. One day the sister who visited me in the hospital lost it and put her fist to my face and my mother attempted to hit her with a wooden object and I immediately ran and grabbed it from momís hands.
Mom looked at me with great surprise and then grabbed some dry flowers and hit my sister with the flowers instead. But the emotional attack I could not prevent on my sister. Then mom in her anger pushed my sister across the living room toward the door. I noticed that my sister was going to fall and I immediately put my arm in front of her to break her fall onto the front porch floor. But somehow my sister perceived me as "Hitting her" and "Pushing her" when in reality all I did was to protect her.
I begged mom to correct my sisterís wrong perception but she refused to do it and stated that God knew the truth. But I told her that God may know the truth but my sister didnít. Mom never corrected that wrong perception in my sisterís mind. So many lives are destroyed and so deeply embittered because of misconceptions.
My niece told me that my sister was upset and concerned for me! My niece told my sister that she couldnít believe she would ever care what would happen to me. According to my niece, My sister said, "No matter what happens, we were sisters." My sister was upset that I was in the hospital for a week before she found out anything about me.
My sister walked into my room and sat by my bed. She asked me what happened and I told her why I was admitted into the hospital. After I explained everything to her I made the following statement to her. "I thank you for visiting me but why are you here? She basically repeated what my niece had told me.
Since my sister had left my niece watching one of her patients in the hallway, she couldnít stay long, but I was grateful and in awe. As she began to leave and I said, "Give me a kiss and hug." then she turned around, leaned over and kissed and hugged me. I also gave her a kiss and a hug. She then left and I called her back but she didnít hear me. I just wanted to tell her that I loved her.
I was finally discharged on a rainy sunny day from St. Claire's Hospital, on June 22, 2005. I have not heard or seen the sister who visited me at the hospital since my discharge and that was over 5 months ago. My family gets together only when some oneís near death or actually when they are dead. How sad. Iíd rather visit and acknowledge the living.
I have been left unable to walk in a straight line, I go side ways and I sometimes feel dizzy or lightheaded. But I will praise the Lord for His Gracious Mercy and Love Toward Me! I am still here and God must have a mission for me to do for Him. I plan to accomplish that for which I was saved from death for His Glory and Honor.
Mom was right. She told me the day before she died as she was sitting in her hospital bed, at home, that she was afraid that when she was no longer here I would be alone in the world. I am. I would have given the balance of my life to die the day after she died to still have her with me. I loved her with all my heart but she refused to acknowledge to me that she knew that I loved her.
Why canít people give and acknowledge love toward each other freely? It is so hard to pick up that piece of my life and keep going on with my life. But God promised me "I will never leave or forsake you." That is all I have now in this world but God never lies and always keeps His Word.
The Greatest Treasure In The World
There is no greater and more valuable treasure in the world than knowing and accepting Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior. God's Holy Bible says: "Before I formed you in the womb I knew you. . . " Jeremiah 1:5.
Jesus Christ died at the Cross of Calvary to have the authority and power to forgive all your sins and to give you eternal life with Him. God's Holy Word in the Bible says: "For God so loved the world, that he gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." John 3:16.
There are only two paths that man can choose from: Jesus Christ and Heaven, or Satan and Hell. Jesus Christ paid with His very life the price to have the authority and power to give you forgiveness of all your sins and to be able to give you eternal life in Him. Jesus Christ wants to bless your life with many wonderful blessings that you can not imagine.
"Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation." 2 Corinthians 6:2
"Today, if you will hear His voice, do not harden your hearts." Hebrews 4:7-8a
"But as it is written: 'Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,
nor have entered into the heart of man the things which God has prepared for
those who love Him.' "
Choose well. Once your soul leaves your mortal body, there is no changing of destination. Where and with whom will you spend eternity?
God Bless you,
There is an appointment that all mankind must keep whether they want to or not. There is no choosing or canceling of that appointment with the usual 24 hour in advance.
What is that appointment? That appointment, my dear friend, is when we stand before God on Judgment Day! One would think that appointment would be with death, but the truth is some will be alive when our Lord Jesus Christ comes to do and bring judgment and rewards for both the living and the dead that have been resurrected. No one will escape that appointment.
What will be judged on that day? Every single action, thought, act and deed that you have done or committed whether good or bad in your entire life, from birth until Judgment Day.
You must stand before an all knowing God. A God of total Holiness, and because of that Holiness, He must judge anything and everything not under the Cross - and the Blood of Jesus Christ His Son as sin.
Imagine for you to fully understand that when it is too late for "The wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord." - Romans 6:23
To also fully realize that all your so-called good actions as seen and judge by yourself and fellow men are not enough to qualify you for Heaven. The Holy Bible, which is the Word of God, says: "But we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousness are as filthy rags. . . " - Isaiah 64:6
What can we do? The Holy Bible says: "Come now, and let us reason together, saith the LORD: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool." - Isaiah 1:8
Today Jesus Christ is your Public Defender, but on that day, He is your Judge. It will be to late to repent before God on Judgment Day. There will be no plea bargain, no excuses. The only verdict is guilty. The only sentence is eternal damnation for eternity in the fires of hell. Any sin not dealt at the Cross and under the Blood of Jesus will be an indictment against you.
Only One person can forgive or absolve you of your sins and that is the One that died at the Cross - of Calvary - Jesus Christ. No one in heaven or earth outside of Him can redeem you from your sins.
Sins can not be tucked away with excuses, God demands that our sins be dealt with at the Cross - and under the Blood of Jesus Christ. The Holy Bible says: "Call upon me while I am near. . . " - Isaiah 55:6. Can you hear Him calling you?
The Holy Bible, the Word of God, also says: "Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me." - Revelation 3:20. Can you not hear him knocking at your heart or conscience?
Can you not see and understand that it was you that were supposed to be crucified on that cross instead of Jesus Christ? Jesus Christ was sinless but He took your place on that middle Cross.
He paid the penalty for your sin and my sin. Can you not see the love of God toward you in: "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." "For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved." - John 3:16, 17
Can you not hear His knocking at your heart? Can you not hear Him calling you? Can you not see the love of God toward you? Do you not realize the weight and the consequences of your sins?
Do you not see the need to repent before a Holy God that offered His beloved Son to die in your place to give you forgiveness of your sins and to give you eternal life in Him? Why not call upon Him so that you may receive grace and mercy while there is still time?
"For whosoever shall call upon the Name of the Lord shall be saved." - Romans 10:13
Yes, my friend, there is an appointment that we must all keep but remember eternal hell does not need to be your final destination. Where and with whom will you spend eternity with?