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This happened a few months ago. I was going to the gym on a Saturday morning. When I arrived at the parking lot, I could see that the gym was full. I don't like crowds or crowded places. Something told me to just sit and wait there for a moment, so I did. I reasoned within myself to decide if I should stay or go. Then something told me to go ahead and go. So I started driving to the intersection. I could see that a White SUV was parked just passed the cross walk and that the driver had her emergency lights flashing. I looked hard to see what was happening and I saw the young female driver in front her SUV. Then I saw that she was holding someone in her arms. When I got the green arrow to go, I slowed down and saw the young boy in her arms. He had white blonde hair, he had a cheap little cellular phone and some aluminum cans that had spilled out on the ground around him. He was clearly a boy of low income means. When I looked again, he looked just like my son--the same build, same hair color and face. I pulled my car over and I walked over to the boy, who was clearly unconscious. I stood over him and began calling JESUS on the scene silently but earnestly. I begged God for him and to heal him. I could see that he was bleeding from his head and the young woman who hit him was holding his head wound. A police officer came to the scene and eventually asked me who I was, and I told him that the boy looked like my son but was not my son. He asked me to leave as the paramedics were on their way. I started to drive away but I just couldn't leave so I turned my car around and parked at the Walgreens where the boy was hit. About four ladies were standing at the corner and I asked each of them to pray for him and I told the women that the boy was in bad shape and unconscious. When the paramedics arrived, they had to move the boy and we all could hear him screaming like he was dying when they moved him. Then I saw him going into convulsions on the street. I started begging God for mercy for him. I begged God aloud and I didn't care at this point if any of the people watching thought I was some kind of Jesus freak, I begged God loud and hard for mercy on the boy. Then this this very young girl appeared and told us that she was the boy's girlfriend and she also started praying for him. A Hispanic lady and I took the girlfriend to the hospital where the Hispanic Christian lady and I continued to call Jesus on the scene. At that point, I could tell that Jesus heard our prayer, I could feel the Angels on the scene before the paramedics left with the boy. The other Christian lady and I waited in the waiting room until his family arrived. I noticed that when his mother finally arrived she was wearing a pentagram, which certainly troubled me but I told her and the rest of his family that the woman that I was and I was begging God for his healing and the girlfriend kept referring to us as her guardian angels. The mother and especially grandmother and her sons, which would be the boy's uncle kept thanking us for praying for him. The next day came, and I called the hospital and I brought the boy some candy, a new backpack, and a bamboo plant, and the boy was completely healed.
It is no secret what God can do. It made no difference of his mother's faith or lack thereof, it made no difference that I was a stranger to the boy because Jesus said where two are more are gathered in my name, there will I be in the midst.
Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever. Hebrews 13:8
It is no secret what God can do. It made no difference of his mother's faith or lack thereof, it made no difference that I was a stranger to the boy because Jesus said where two are more are gathered in my name, there will I be in the midst.
Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever. Hebrews 13:8
god bless you
