The ambulance arrival was pretty obvious when the distinguishing siren was blared.
It was about time! My head is (literally!) killing me!
Apparently, while she was busy attending to me, the front gate was still locked. Even the front door was shut. The attendants thought that this was a prank and almost left but she got to them in time.
I was then lifted up via stretcher and then carried down to the front of the car porch where the ambulance was parked. At that moment, I closed my eyes and prayed.
Lord, I don’t know what is happening to me. Am I going to die?
And then for the first time in my life, my 21 years of good life, I heard Him. Initially I thought it was just my subconscious mind comforting me. But, this wasn’t my voice and oh how comforting this voice was. This warmth just came onto me. I checked to see if another blanket was put on me but there was none.
The voice said this..
This is not the end of you…
Who am I?
- Aaron Prabha
- My story needs to be shared for my sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God's glory so that God's Son may be glorified through it.
Friday, May 8, 2009
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it certainly is not ron. it isn't.
ReplyDeletewill be missing you.
klagang