FAIRBANK –Doctors in Iowa City have named him “The Miracle Boy.” Hunter Fuller, the four-year-old from Fairbank who was airlifted from Waverly Hospital to University Hospitals in Iowa City with the onset of bacterial meningitis on Sept. 23, went home Wednesday.
While he is still months away from returning to the active preschooler he was, doctors felt it was time to grant him his wish to go home. His family is happy and relieved to have him home again, as well.Hunter’s mother, Amber, reported that Thursday he was putting Halloween stickers on the living room window.“He’s been doing a lot of walking around with his little walker,” she said, explaining that Hunter has to reclaim his walking skills after the disease ravaged his body.
“He has watched some TV, but is still sleeping quite a bit due to the number of medications he is still on. He’s really happy to be home and sleeping in his own bed again — we all are,” Amber said.For 29 days, Amber and Jason Hunter barely left their son’s bedside in University Hospital.
While he lay in a coma-induced state, his parents and other family members and friends prayed for his recovery. They brought in his two-year-old sister Leena to talk to him, knowing that although he couldn’t respond, hearing his sister’s voice would stimulate brain activity, another critical point in recovery. They played his favorite TV shows in the room as though he were watching them and read stories aloud.
“We did a lot of praying and reassuring ourselves that everyday he was still alive. That was the most important thing, even though he couldn’t communicate — he was still alive,” Amber said.
His grandmother Deb Schaefer of Oelwein said doctors told her that most children who contract bacterial meningitis don’t make it to the hospital. Of the few that make it to hospitals for treatment, survival is truly rare. She said doctors credit the Waverly Hospital staff with saving Hunter’s life by administering antibiotics immediately, even though they were not positive of a diagnosis. Those antibiotics slowed the progression of the bacteria enough to buy Hunter the precious hours needed.Schaefer said her grandson will go to dialysis two times each week in Iowa City, where the only pediatric dialysis center in the state is located. She said doctors are not offering any guarantees his kidneys will return to full function again, but they are really optimistic about it.
“His body can rebuild itself, it just takes time. His kidneys are working, just not up to full capacity,” she said.Trips to dialysis will be accompanied by physical therapy sessions three times a week at Covenant Rehab Center in Waterloo. Hunter has had some skin grafting that means therapy is also necessary toward recovery.
The good news is Hunter will probably never get this strain of bacterial meningitis again because his immune system survived this battle. And he keeps getting a little better each day.
Those who wish to see what a child suffering from bacterial meningitis looks like can view photos from his hospital bed that the family has posted at carepages.com.
After signing in on the website, go to hunterfuller. Viewers should understand they will see the extremely graphic nature of Hunter’s condition when the disease was at its worse in his body.
Tuesday
Olympic Stabbing Victim's Recovery a 'Miracle'
The woman severely injured in an Olympic stabbing attack that also killed her husband is making an "incredible" recovery – and is now walking and talking in the hospital, her family says.
"The daughters have referred to her as a miracle," the family of Barbara Bachman say in a statement posted on the Internet.
"She is able to sit in a chair for a couple of hours a day and is starting to walk short distances. Fortunately, she is in a condition where she is comfortable to hold conversations so we can cope and grieve together."
Bachman, 62, is recovering at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota following the Aug. 9 attack, at Beijing's 13th-Century Drum Tower site. Her husband, Todd, also 62, was killed by the knife-wielding Chinese man, who then leaped to his own death.
The attack was witnessed by the couple's daughter, Elisabeth McCutcheon, 30, wife of the U.S. men's indoor volleyball team coach.
After surgery in Beijing, Barbara was airlifted to the Mayo Clinic, where "All in all, Mom is making incredible progress," says the family statement from Elisabeth and her sisters Sara McGregor, 36, and Susan Bachman West, 34.
"Words cannot express how much we all miss our Dad," say the three daughters. "We are still trying to comprehend why this happened to such a lovable, generous, and heroic man."
They say that funeral arrangements were still pending "until Mom is strong enough to attend the funeral services," they say.
"It has been difficult dealing with this tragic and sad event so far from home. We are so grateful for all of the love, prayers and support that have been sent our way!"
"The daughters have referred to her as a miracle," the family of Barbara Bachman say in a statement posted on the Internet.
"She is able to sit in a chair for a couple of hours a day and is starting to walk short distances. Fortunately, she is in a condition where she is comfortable to hold conversations so we can cope and grieve together."
Bachman, 62, is recovering at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota following the Aug. 9 attack, at Beijing's 13th-Century Drum Tower site. Her husband, Todd, also 62, was killed by the knife-wielding Chinese man, who then leaped to his own death.
The attack was witnessed by the couple's daughter, Elisabeth McCutcheon, 30, wife of the U.S. men's indoor volleyball team coach.
After surgery in Beijing, Barbara was airlifted to the Mayo Clinic, where "All in all, Mom is making incredible progress," says the family statement from Elisabeth and her sisters Sara McGregor, 36, and Susan Bachman West, 34.
"Words cannot express how much we all miss our Dad," say the three daughters. "We are still trying to comprehend why this happened to such a lovable, generous, and heroic man."
They say that funeral arrangements were still pending "until Mom is strong enough to attend the funeral services," they say.
"It has been difficult dealing with this tragic and sad event so far from home. We are so grateful for all of the love, prayers and support that have been sent our way!"
Friday
Jessie Hall takes big step toward recovery from brain surgery, returns to Aledo home
FORT WORTH – Jessie Hall's walk is a little stilted, though spirited.
Jessie Hall's progress is 'a miracle,'' said her dad, Cris (left). Half of Jessie's brain was removed after she was diagnosed with Rasmussen's encephalitis. "
"Jessie Hall's progress is 'a miracle,'' said her dad, Cris (left). Half of Jessie's brain was removed after she was diagnosed with Rasmussen's encephalitis.
She smiles as she teeters and straightens her gait as she lets go of her father's hand and walks without assistance.
Not bad for a 6-year-old who has had half her brain surgically removed.
"It's amazing," her father, Cris Hall, said Thursday. "There's no memory loss. She's the same Jessie all the way."
Jessie was diagnosed last year with Rasmussen's encephalitis, a rare disease that eats at the brain and induces seizures. The sometimes fatal disease is common in children younger than 10.
Two months ago, doctors at Johns Hopkins Children's Center in Baltimore performed the risky hemispherectomy.
Last month, Jessie was brought to Cook Children's Medical Center in Fort Worth where she had to learn to walk again.
On Thursday, she was finally allowed to return to her Aledo home, after a brief celebration at the hospital.
She left the hospital decked out in pink, her favorite color.
"I miss my dog," she said in the hospital's lobby surrounded by family, doctors and other hospital workers.
"They've been nice and stuff," she said of the hospital staff. "My therapist's name is Amber, and we do activities. Amber rocks."
Jessie is anxiously waiting for her hair to grow back and cover the scar on the front of her head.
A year ago, the bright, funny kindergartner began having seizures. They increased in intensity and frequency, her parents said.
"It's been incredibly frightening," Mr. Hall said. "When we started on this journey, there weren't a lot of families that have gone through this."
After months of consultations and research, he and his wife, Kristi Hall, agreed to the risky surgery, convinced it would stop the seizures and give Jessie a chance at a normal life.
The decision, he said, was the correct one.
He called Jessie's progress "a miracle of medicine and God."
Jessie is not only walking; she is laughing, joking and talking in complete sentences – just as she did before, her mother said.
"She's well on her way," Mrs. Hall said. "Everything is healing up nicely."
The spunky youngster has won the hearts of many since she began her courageous battle, and friends and supporters plan to throw her a big welcome home party next week. Many in their hometown have sponsored fundraisers to assist the family with medical expenses.
The Halls said they were so moved by the outpouring, they established a scholarship for other children who have had hemispherectomies. For more information, contact the Jessie Hall Hemispherectomy Scholarship, P.O. Box, 1239, Aledo, TX 76008 or e-mail scholar ship@hemifoundation.org.
In the meantime, Jessie is looking forward to putting some normalcy back in her life, including a return to Stuard Elementary School where she is enrolled in first grade.
"Every day is a miracle," Mrs. Hall said. "The biggest miracle for me is she's not twitching anymore."
Jessie Hall's progress is 'a miracle,'' said her dad, Cris (left). Half of Jessie's brain was removed after she was diagnosed with Rasmussen's encephalitis. "
"Jessie Hall's progress is 'a miracle,'' said her dad, Cris (left). Half of Jessie's brain was removed after she was diagnosed with Rasmussen's encephalitis.
She smiles as she teeters and straightens her gait as she lets go of her father's hand and walks without assistance.
Not bad for a 6-year-old who has had half her brain surgically removed.
"It's amazing," her father, Cris Hall, said Thursday. "There's no memory loss. She's the same Jessie all the way."
Jessie was diagnosed last year with Rasmussen's encephalitis, a rare disease that eats at the brain and induces seizures. The sometimes fatal disease is common in children younger than 10.
Two months ago, doctors at Johns Hopkins Children's Center in Baltimore performed the risky hemispherectomy.
Last month, Jessie was brought to Cook Children's Medical Center in Fort Worth where she had to learn to walk again.
On Thursday, she was finally allowed to return to her Aledo home, after a brief celebration at the hospital.
She left the hospital decked out in pink, her favorite color.
"I miss my dog," she said in the hospital's lobby surrounded by family, doctors and other hospital workers.
"They've been nice and stuff," she said of the hospital staff. "My therapist's name is Amber, and we do activities. Amber rocks."
Jessie is anxiously waiting for her hair to grow back and cover the scar on the front of her head.
A year ago, the bright, funny kindergartner began having seizures. They increased in intensity and frequency, her parents said.
"It's been incredibly frightening," Mr. Hall said. "When we started on this journey, there weren't a lot of families that have gone through this."
After months of consultations and research, he and his wife, Kristi Hall, agreed to the risky surgery, convinced it would stop the seizures and give Jessie a chance at a normal life.
The decision, he said, was the correct one.
He called Jessie's progress "a miracle of medicine and God."
Jessie is not only walking; she is laughing, joking and talking in complete sentences – just as she did before, her mother said.
"She's well on her way," Mrs. Hall said. "Everything is healing up nicely."
The spunky youngster has won the hearts of many since she began her courageous battle, and friends and supporters plan to throw her a big welcome home party next week. Many in their hometown have sponsored fundraisers to assist the family with medical expenses.
The Halls said they were so moved by the outpouring, they established a scholarship for other children who have had hemispherectomies. For more information, contact the Jessie Hall Hemispherectomy Scholarship, P.O. Box, 1239, Aledo, TX 76008 or e-mail scholar ship@hemifoundation.org.
In the meantime, Jessie is looking forward to putting some normalcy back in her life, including a return to Stuard Elementary School where she is enrolled in first grade.
"Every day is a miracle," Mrs. Hall said. "The biggest miracle for me is she's not twitching anymore."
Saturday
Interrupted by the Voice of God!
My ex-girlfriend and I broke up after a long relationship, and I was really tore apart inside... I started getting heavy into smoking pot.... I would look forward to going home just to get high... I would do it everyday, literally. I was going on my 6th month straight of this routine, when one night I was laying in bed completely baked... I had just bought a new ounce (which cost me over $80) and everything just came crashing in on me. I started feeling really bad about what I was doing and went back and forth for about a half hour debating in my mind whether I should just flush the whole ounce. I finally decided to do it...
For the next two weeks or so after that, a lot of weird things started happening. I would see situations around me, and have strong feelings to do things for those people. A lot of the time I didn't even want to do it, but the feeling inside was so strong I had to. I had been telling my ex-girlfriend all these weird things I was going through... Anyway I found out my Aunt had a brain tumor and was getting surgery for it, so I thought I should pray for her. It had been a LOOONG time since I had prayed before, but as I was finishing, I had this thought enter my mind that was basically along the line of, "you're going to go to church tomorrow, and when the pastor calls for people to go down front, you go down front." I didn't think much of it, and just passed it off.
Well it turns out my ex girlfriend had been telling one of her friends all that stuff I was going through, and that friend went to a church in Malibu. Her friend actually called me that day and invited me to go on Sunday to her church. Needless to say I was a little tripped out, I thought it was strange, and I guess that's why I said okay.
So Sunday morning I headed out for Malibu. I was really late, and had almost decided to just turn around and go home, but I decided to keep going.
I was right at downtown LA...with all the skyscrapers right there when all of a sudden I heard this voice. It was an audible voice, just as if I was speaking out loud to you. He said "Joshua, see that dove, that's for you" and as soon as I heard it, I saw a white dove start to fly as if someone had just dropped it.... AS SOON as I saw the dove, this bolt like electricity shot through my body. It didn't hurt or anything, but I just broke down and started to cry. I pulled off my sunglasses because they were getting all fogged up, and I heard the voice again...as clear as day, and He said, "Joshua, see that man on the side of the road, He's one of my angels." And I looked, and saw kneeling on the side of the 10 freeway a man with very dark skin, and pure white clothes...so white they almost seemed to give off their own light. Again, as soon as I saw him, that same "electricity" shot through me.
Now everything was happening so fast, and my mind was reeling trying to connect everything.
Before I was able to, I heard His voice again, (and it was the last time I heard him audibly) and He said, "Joshua, my love is all around you and my signs are everywhere" and after he said that, I saw a white balloon rise straight up from the freeway directly ahead of me. This all happened in a matter of seconds, although thinking back on it now, it seems like it took an hour. But after the balloon, everything hit home and I realized it was really God!
That night I went to the church again, and at the end of the service, sure enough, the pastor called for people to come down front if they wanted to. I ran down front and stood eagerly expecting something to happen....5 minutes go by, then 10, I said forget it, and turned to leave just as someone came up and started praying. It was a quick little prayer, and then they left. So I thought, okay, I'm outta here, and as I turned again to leave, I felt Him very strongly say, "No, I'm not finished yet...just stand here and be patient." So I stopped and waited.
Almost 20 more minutes went by and by that time I couldn't be patient anymore so I turned to walk out. Again, just as I did, another man came up and started praying for me. All of a sudden I started to feel that electricity again...really subtle in my feet. But then it started getting stronger and it felt like it was filling up my whole body until I couldn't even stand anymore.
So there I was on the floor, feeling this energy flowing through my body in waves... I started getting freaked out... I thought this was all wrong and I was even starting to be afraid. It felt like something was literally rising out of me...this really made me afraid but then I heard His voice again. It was so clear, I couldn't even tell if it was audible or not (I don't know if the people around me could hear it, but I doubt they could). But he said "Joshua don't be afraid... I'm cleansing you of your sins... I'm taking away all of those things of the past" and I just remember the comfort that flooded my body as soon as He spoke. I wasn't afraid anymore. Then He said, "Joshua, I'm holding your hand right now."
And as soon as He said that, my left hand "exploded" into the most intense feeling of the electricity I have ever experienced to this day... It didn't hurt at all, but it was so intense... I could feel His power... and I KNEW He was holding my hand! Then He said "Joshua, now you know I am real...you've heard about me since you were a kid...I am Jesus...I am the living God" Then my mind started flooding with memories from all through my life....moments where He had protected me and been with me, and I had never even known it.
It was absolutely incredible!!
All of that happened June 13, 1999...my life hasn't been the same since! :)
Now I have an awesome relationship with Him...although some times are better than others.... We talk a lot, but now it is inside...between my spirit and His....I hear him in much the same way you hear these words within yourself as you read this letter. That voice is your own spirit and it exists independent of your flesh and blood body. That part of you which really makes you who you are, is immortal...it will live forever. Jesus was and is fully God... what He represents as a man was the full consciousness of God, entering into this world... His creation... being plugged in and taking on all the physical aspects of you and I.... and when Jesus gave His life as a sacrifice on the cross, it was to be a covering for each and everyone of us... to wash away all of our sins that keep us separated from God. When Jesus rose from the dead, it was a promise to all who will believe in Him, that they too will be risen and break free from the chains of death.
In the spirit, our sins are clearly seen to anyone who would look at you. So that means that every dark dirty little secret you have within you, that you wouldn't want anyone to know, would be naked and exposed when you are purely spirit (like when you die and leave the body) except when we are in the spirit things are much, much clearer, so even little secrets you may have now would bring an incredible amount of shame and embarrassment there.
People will literally run and hide in the outer darkness, to be as far from the light as possible. God is light...to be separated from Him, and be fully aware of all our sins would be absolute torment in the spiritual world. Hell is real.
Jesus' sacrifice actually washes away all of those dirty secrets...and they disappear....you will have nothing to hide...no embarrassment or shame. You will be able to sit in the infinite creators' lap, as His child... filled with His love which is beyond words to describe how wonderful it is.... you will be able to explore the infinite mystery of His creation... to travel to worlds without bounds... to move at the speed of thought... to exist outside of time, and talk with people from all ages of the world... and then Heaven.... a place so amazing and wonderful that the least aspect of it is beyond any man's ability to even imagine how amazing it will be!! And it is all given freely to whoever will recognize their own sin and ask for forgiveness...
To ask God to come and live within their own hearts, and to fill them with His love. The only way one can be absolutely positive in their future after this world, is to know the One who can transform your mind and present you faultless before the throne of God... and that One is Jesus... living within your heart... who you get to know better than your closest friend.
That's what this is all about for me. If it was just religion or just church, it couldn't change my life. But Jesus is REAL... He is ALIVE and active in our lives already... He is my most precious friend... to make the next step and actually meet Him would transform your life. It's amazing and it's so simple!!!
All you have to do is talk to God... I'm not going to write a fancy prayer or tell you exactly what to say... It's between you and God... just be real with Him... Admit that you have made mistakes and have sinned, then ask Him to come inside your heart and wash all of those things away. Just pour your heart out to Him, and thank Him for sacrificing Himself for YOU... All it takes is an honest and sincere heart which recognizes it's own brokenness, and cries out for help. God is AWESOME!! And He LOVES YOU with an EVERLASTING LOVE....
If you would like to talk or share your own experiences with me... or if you would like to have someone to pray for / with you, please write me!
joshw@mirageinkjet.com
For the next two weeks or so after that, a lot of weird things started happening. I would see situations around me, and have strong feelings to do things for those people. A lot of the time I didn't even want to do it, but the feeling inside was so strong I had to. I had been telling my ex-girlfriend all these weird things I was going through... Anyway I found out my Aunt had a brain tumor and was getting surgery for it, so I thought I should pray for her. It had been a LOOONG time since I had prayed before, but as I was finishing, I had this thought enter my mind that was basically along the line of, "you're going to go to church tomorrow, and when the pastor calls for people to go down front, you go down front." I didn't think much of it, and just passed it off.
Well it turns out my ex girlfriend had been telling one of her friends all that stuff I was going through, and that friend went to a church in Malibu. Her friend actually called me that day and invited me to go on Sunday to her church. Needless to say I was a little tripped out, I thought it was strange, and I guess that's why I said okay.
So Sunday morning I headed out for Malibu. I was really late, and had almost decided to just turn around and go home, but I decided to keep going.
I was right at downtown LA...with all the skyscrapers right there when all of a sudden I heard this voice. It was an audible voice, just as if I was speaking out loud to you. He said "Joshua, see that dove, that's for you" and as soon as I heard it, I saw a white dove start to fly as if someone had just dropped it.... AS SOON as I saw the dove, this bolt like electricity shot through my body. It didn't hurt or anything, but I just broke down and started to cry. I pulled off my sunglasses because they were getting all fogged up, and I heard the voice again...as clear as day, and He said, "Joshua, see that man on the side of the road, He's one of my angels." And I looked, and saw kneeling on the side of the 10 freeway a man with very dark skin, and pure white clothes...so white they almost seemed to give off their own light. Again, as soon as I saw him, that same "electricity" shot through me.
Now everything was happening so fast, and my mind was reeling trying to connect everything.
Before I was able to, I heard His voice again, (and it was the last time I heard him audibly) and He said, "Joshua, my love is all around you and my signs are everywhere" and after he said that, I saw a white balloon rise straight up from the freeway directly ahead of me. This all happened in a matter of seconds, although thinking back on it now, it seems like it took an hour. But after the balloon, everything hit home and I realized it was really God!
That night I went to the church again, and at the end of the service, sure enough, the pastor called for people to come down front if they wanted to. I ran down front and stood eagerly expecting something to happen....5 minutes go by, then 10, I said forget it, and turned to leave just as someone came up and started praying. It was a quick little prayer, and then they left. So I thought, okay, I'm outta here, and as I turned again to leave, I felt Him very strongly say, "No, I'm not finished yet...just stand here and be patient." So I stopped and waited.
Almost 20 more minutes went by and by that time I couldn't be patient anymore so I turned to walk out. Again, just as I did, another man came up and started praying for me. All of a sudden I started to feel that electricity again...really subtle in my feet. But then it started getting stronger and it felt like it was filling up my whole body until I couldn't even stand anymore.
So there I was on the floor, feeling this energy flowing through my body in waves... I started getting freaked out... I thought this was all wrong and I was even starting to be afraid. It felt like something was literally rising out of me...this really made me afraid but then I heard His voice again. It was so clear, I couldn't even tell if it was audible or not (I don't know if the people around me could hear it, but I doubt they could). But he said "Joshua don't be afraid... I'm cleansing you of your sins... I'm taking away all of those things of the past" and I just remember the comfort that flooded my body as soon as He spoke. I wasn't afraid anymore. Then He said, "Joshua, I'm holding your hand right now."
And as soon as He said that, my left hand "exploded" into the most intense feeling of the electricity I have ever experienced to this day... It didn't hurt at all, but it was so intense... I could feel His power... and I KNEW He was holding my hand! Then He said "Joshua, now you know I am real...you've heard about me since you were a kid...I am Jesus...I am the living God" Then my mind started flooding with memories from all through my life....moments where He had protected me and been with me, and I had never even known it.
It was absolutely incredible!!
All of that happened June 13, 1999...my life hasn't been the same since! :)
Now I have an awesome relationship with Him...although some times are better than others.... We talk a lot, but now it is inside...between my spirit and His....I hear him in much the same way you hear these words within yourself as you read this letter. That voice is your own spirit and it exists independent of your flesh and blood body. That part of you which really makes you who you are, is immortal...it will live forever. Jesus was and is fully God... what He represents as a man was the full consciousness of God, entering into this world... His creation... being plugged in and taking on all the physical aspects of you and I.... and when Jesus gave His life as a sacrifice on the cross, it was to be a covering for each and everyone of us... to wash away all of our sins that keep us separated from God. When Jesus rose from the dead, it was a promise to all who will believe in Him, that they too will be risen and break free from the chains of death.
In the spirit, our sins are clearly seen to anyone who would look at you. So that means that every dark dirty little secret you have within you, that you wouldn't want anyone to know, would be naked and exposed when you are purely spirit (like when you die and leave the body) except when we are in the spirit things are much, much clearer, so even little secrets you may have now would bring an incredible amount of shame and embarrassment there.
People will literally run and hide in the outer darkness, to be as far from the light as possible. God is light...to be separated from Him, and be fully aware of all our sins would be absolute torment in the spiritual world. Hell is real.
Jesus' sacrifice actually washes away all of those dirty secrets...and they disappear....you will have nothing to hide...no embarrassment or shame. You will be able to sit in the infinite creators' lap, as His child... filled with His love which is beyond words to describe how wonderful it is.... you will be able to explore the infinite mystery of His creation... to travel to worlds without bounds... to move at the speed of thought... to exist outside of time, and talk with people from all ages of the world... and then Heaven.... a place so amazing and wonderful that the least aspect of it is beyond any man's ability to even imagine how amazing it will be!! And it is all given freely to whoever will recognize their own sin and ask for forgiveness...
To ask God to come and live within their own hearts, and to fill them with His love. The only way one can be absolutely positive in their future after this world, is to know the One who can transform your mind and present you faultless before the throne of God... and that One is Jesus... living within your heart... who you get to know better than your closest friend.
That's what this is all about for me. If it was just religion or just church, it couldn't change my life. But Jesus is REAL... He is ALIVE and active in our lives already... He is my most precious friend... to make the next step and actually meet Him would transform your life. It's amazing and it's so simple!!!
All you have to do is talk to God... I'm not going to write a fancy prayer or tell you exactly what to say... It's between you and God... just be real with Him... Admit that you have made mistakes and have sinned, then ask Him to come inside your heart and wash all of those things away. Just pour your heart out to Him, and thank Him for sacrificing Himself for YOU... All it takes is an honest and sincere heart which recognizes it's own brokenness, and cries out for help. God is AWESOME!! And He LOVES YOU with an EVERLASTING LOVE....
If you would like to talk or share your own experiences with me... or if you would like to have someone to pray for / with you, please write me!
joshw@mirageinkjet.com
Thursday
I Believe in Miracles. Do You?
Two weeks ago, I wrote a post about my experience with a group of 3-year-olds and how I managed to convince them (it was not a hard work at all and it was a lot of fun) that they had magic in their little hands. It was magic that from that moment on, those young kids used their small hands to comfort each other and felt very powerful.
I remember a childhood story about a teacher who wanted to make her young students happy by planting a “bubble gum bush”. She planted some bubble gum wrappers with the kids and when they came two weeks after, they found a small bush with bubble gum hanging from its branches.
I talked a lot about this story with other teachers. We wondered whether those kids would have felt betrayed or if they would have felt the love and happiness she wanted to give them.
Let me tell you when it came to my turn with the seeds and my kids’ magic hands making them grow, the look on their faces as they watched the seeds grow was worth the risk for me.
There is a wonderful story of a young girl who believed in miracles and I thought it was a good idea to bring it here and give you the opportunity to read it too.
A miracle for a dollar and eleven cents
A little girl named Tess went to her bedroom and pulled her piggy bank from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the piggy bank and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big Red Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at that moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally, she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
“And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages”, he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
“Well, I want to talk to you about my brother”, Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone, “He’s really, really sick, and I want to buy a miracle”.
“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist.
“His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?”
“We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you”, the pharmacist said, softening a little.
‘Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs”.
The pharmacist’s brother was a well-dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does your brother need?”
“I don’t know”, Tess replied with her eyes welling up, “I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money”.
“How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago.
“One dollar and eleven cents”, Tess answered barely audibly.
“And it’s all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to”.
“Well, what a coincidence”, smiled the man, “A dollar and eleven cents - the exact price of a miracle for little brothers”.
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand, he grasped her mitten and said, “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the miracle you need”.
That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neurosurgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
“That surgery”, her Mom whispered, “Was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?”
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost - a dollar and eleven cents … plus the faith of a little child.
Kids are in our world to carry the magic and spread their magic powder on everyone around them – they do it effortlessly, they only need to believe.
I believe in miracles. Do you?
I remember a childhood story about a teacher who wanted to make her young students happy by planting a “bubble gum bush”. She planted some bubble gum wrappers with the kids and when they came two weeks after, they found a small bush with bubble gum hanging from its branches.
I talked a lot about this story with other teachers. We wondered whether those kids would have felt betrayed or if they would have felt the love and happiness she wanted to give them.
Let me tell you when it came to my turn with the seeds and my kids’ magic hands making them grow, the look on their faces as they watched the seeds grow was worth the risk for me.
There is a wonderful story of a young girl who believed in miracles and I thought it was a good idea to bring it here and give you the opportunity to read it too.
A miracle for a dollar and eleven cents
A little girl named Tess went to her bedroom and pulled her piggy bank from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
Carefully placing the coins back in the piggy bank and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall’s Drug Store with the big Red Indian Chief sign above the door.
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at that moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally, she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
“And what do you want?” the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I’m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven’t seen in ages”, he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
“Well, I want to talk to you about my brother”, Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone, “He’s really, really sick, and I want to buy a miracle”.
“I beg your pardon?” said the pharmacist.
“His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?”
“We don’t sell miracles here, little girl. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you”, the pharmacist said, softening a little.
‘Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn’t enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs”.
The pharmacist’s brother was a well-dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, “What kind of a miracle does your brother need?”
“I don’t know”, Tess replied with her eyes welling up, “I just know he’s really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can’t pay for it, so I want to use my money”.
“How much do you have?” asked the man from Chicago.
“One dollar and eleven cents”, Tess answered barely audibly.
“And it’s all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to”.
“Well, what a coincidence”, smiled the man, “A dollar and eleven cents - the exact price of a miracle for little brothers”.
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand, he grasped her mitten and said, “Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let’s see if I have the miracle you need”.
That well-dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neurosurgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn’t long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
“That surgery”, her Mom whispered, “Was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?”
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost - a dollar and eleven cents … plus the faith of a little child.
Kids are in our world to carry the magic and spread their magic powder on everyone around them – they do it effortlessly, they only need to believe.
I believe in miracles. Do you?
Premature triplets are little miracles for parents
JOSHUA, Thomas and Luke are three of life's little treasures.
To parents Nancy and Angelo Gheno, they are their three little miracles and a genetic freak of nature.
The identical triplets were born 13 weeks prematurely, weighing less than 3kg combined.
Luke was heaviest, tipping the scales at 920g. Thomas was 910g. Tiny Joshua was just 780g when the boys were born at the Royal Women's Hospital on October 11.
Mrs Gheno was nine weeks pregnant when a scan revealed she was expecting triplets and as the babies were sharing one placenta it was known immediately they were identical.
Some experts have claimed identical triplets occur once in every 10-20 million births. But there are at least three sets in Melbourne, including two born in the past year.
"I was shocked but my husband was delighted -- he thought it was the greatest thing that ever happened," Mrs Gheno said yesterday.
Because the three shared one placenta, there were fears she could lose them.
Mrs Gheno spent three months in bed rest at home, and three months in hospital before the boys were born at 27 weeks gestation.
Doctors decided to deliver the boys when they saw Joshua had stopped growing and had lost size and weight.
Despite their size, the feisty trio fought from the very start and encountered a few minor -- but no major -- setbacks during 13 weeks in hospital.
The boys came home on January 8 -- the day they were supposed to be born.
Since then, the Gheno family have been in and out of hospital, with all three boys suffering bronchiolitis and respiratory infections common in babies but dangerous for premature infants.
The family have received support from Lifes Little Treasures, a support group for parents of premature babies. Spokeswoman Parool Shah said it was important to provide support, education, guidance and an opportunity to meet other parents.
The number of premature births in Victoria continues to slowly increase, with about 5700, or 8.2 per cent of all births, occurring prematurely in 2006.
This Friday is National Premmie Day to raise awareness of premature births.
To parents Nancy and Angelo Gheno, they are their three little miracles and a genetic freak of nature.
The identical triplets were born 13 weeks prematurely, weighing less than 3kg combined.
Luke was heaviest, tipping the scales at 920g. Thomas was 910g. Tiny Joshua was just 780g when the boys were born at the Royal Women's Hospital on October 11.
Mrs Gheno was nine weeks pregnant when a scan revealed she was expecting triplets and as the babies were sharing one placenta it was known immediately they were identical.
Some experts have claimed identical triplets occur once in every 10-20 million births. But there are at least three sets in Melbourne, including two born in the past year.
"I was shocked but my husband was delighted -- he thought it was the greatest thing that ever happened," Mrs Gheno said yesterday.
Because the three shared one placenta, there were fears she could lose them.
Mrs Gheno spent three months in bed rest at home, and three months in hospital before the boys were born at 27 weeks gestation.
Doctors decided to deliver the boys when they saw Joshua had stopped growing and had lost size and weight.
Despite their size, the feisty trio fought from the very start and encountered a few minor -- but no major -- setbacks during 13 weeks in hospital.
The boys came home on January 8 -- the day they were supposed to be born.
Since then, the Gheno family have been in and out of hospital, with all three boys suffering bronchiolitis and respiratory infections common in babies but dangerous for premature infants.
The family have received support from Lifes Little Treasures, a support group for parents of premature babies. Spokeswoman Parool Shah said it was important to provide support, education, guidance and an opportunity to meet other parents.
The number of premature births in Victoria continues to slowly increase, with about 5700, or 8.2 per cent of all births, occurring prematurely in 2006.
This Friday is National Premmie Day to raise awareness of premature births.
Monday
Patrick Swayze: I'm a miracle!
Patrick Swayze: 'I'm a miracle'
Monday, July 21, 2008
Swayze said he was a 'miracle'
Patrick Swayze seems to be in great form after telling onlookers: 'I'm a miracle.'
Swayze was recently diagnosed with pancreatic cancer earlier this year but is reported to be responding to the treatment well.
When asked how he was feeling the actor said "He was cookin'. I'm a miracle dude, I don't know why.'
He arrived at LAX Airport wearing a cap and sleeveless hoodie with 2 pairs of glasses round his neck.
After taking off his boots for the screening process he waited for his bag before jetting off to film 'The Beast', his new tv show.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Swayze said he was a 'miracle'
Patrick Swayze seems to be in great form after telling onlookers: 'I'm a miracle.'
Swayze was recently diagnosed with pancreatic cancer earlier this year but is reported to be responding to the treatment well.
When asked how he was feeling the actor said "He was cookin'. I'm a miracle dude, I don't know why.'
He arrived at LAX Airport wearing a cap and sleeveless hoodie with 2 pairs of glasses round his neck.
After taking off his boots for the screening process he waited for his bag before jetting off to film 'The Beast', his new tv show.
Critically injured boy makes 'miracle' recovery
Critically injured boy makes 'miracle' recovery
Brody Upton recovers in a New Mexico hospital .
The family of a New Mexico boy critically injured in a car crash says they are witnessing a miracle.
Brody Upton, 9, was severely hurt in the crash in Alabama three weeks ago. But since coming home to New Mexico, his family says the boy has gotten stronger each day.
Doctors in Alabama said Brody's brain stem had been severed and it was only a matter of time before he died. But after doctors at UNM Hospital evaluated him, they discovered his brain stem had not been severed and told Brody's parents Brody may one day lead a normal life.
Wendell Upton is Brody's father. His two sons were involved the June 30 accident. One son, 11-year-old Rippen, died hours after the collision.
Upton was told Brody's injuries were so severe, the boy would likely die. Doctors said if he survived, Brody would remain in a vegetative state for the rest of his life.
"We were already making the decision on what they were telling us there--that it was over, we weren't going to let him live in that state, there was no quality of life," Upton said.
The family fought hard to get Brody home so he could die surrounded by his family. UNM's Life Guard Air Ambulance flew him home Wednesday.
Almost immediately, Brody showed signs of improvement, his father said.
"He has his eyes open, he can look around the room, he can't quite make out everybody yet. As far as verbal commands, you can tell him to move his arm into a certain position and he can do it," Upton said. "He's moving his feet, his legs, he can move his head."
Brody is doing so well doctors have moved him out of intensive care and into the regular pediatric unit. Brody could be moved to Carrie Tingley to begin rehabilitation as soon as this week.
Doctors say one day Brody will likely be able to walk and talk again, but the family says the road ahead will be tough.
As they try to deal with the death of Rippen, they have Brody's fight and courage to lift their spirits, the family says.
"We have hope now that at least something can come out of this," Upton said. "We salvaged something and that is all I can hope for and be thankful for," Upton said.
Brody Upton recovers in a New Mexico hospital .
The family of a New Mexico boy critically injured in a car crash says they are witnessing a miracle.
Brody Upton, 9, was severely hurt in the crash in Alabama three weeks ago. But since coming home to New Mexico, his family says the boy has gotten stronger each day.
Doctors in Alabama said Brody's brain stem had been severed and it was only a matter of time before he died. But after doctors at UNM Hospital evaluated him, they discovered his brain stem had not been severed and told Brody's parents Brody may one day lead a normal life.
Wendell Upton is Brody's father. His two sons were involved the June 30 accident. One son, 11-year-old Rippen, died hours after the collision.
Upton was told Brody's injuries were so severe, the boy would likely die. Doctors said if he survived, Brody would remain in a vegetative state for the rest of his life.
"We were already making the decision on what they were telling us there--that it was over, we weren't going to let him live in that state, there was no quality of life," Upton said.
The family fought hard to get Brody home so he could die surrounded by his family. UNM's Life Guard Air Ambulance flew him home Wednesday.
Almost immediately, Brody showed signs of improvement, his father said.
"He has his eyes open, he can look around the room, he can't quite make out everybody yet. As far as verbal commands, you can tell him to move his arm into a certain position and he can do it," Upton said. "He's moving his feet, his legs, he can move his head."
Brody is doing so well doctors have moved him out of intensive care and into the regular pediatric unit. Brody could be moved to Carrie Tingley to begin rehabilitation as soon as this week.
Doctors say one day Brody will likely be able to walk and talk again, but the family says the road ahead will be tough.
As they try to deal with the death of Rippen, they have Brody's fight and courage to lift their spirits, the family says.
"We have hope now that at least something can come out of this," Upton said. "We salvaged something and that is all I can hope for and be thankful for," Upton said.
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