The Truth About Miracles

At age of 17, I went blind in one eye.

In a matter of hours, I went from seeing normally in my left eye to dark blind.

A trip to the ER on a late Sunday night confirmed that due to a complication with my type of dwarfism, my retina had almost totally detached.

I returned to see a specialized eye surgeon the following morning.

After an examination, the surgeon said that he could do a procedure, but that it would likely not work.

He said that restoring just my ability to see light would be a miracle. But, he was willing to do an experimental surgical procedure as a “Hail Mary”.

He continued to insist that even if I elected to do the surgery, odds are I had lost my vision for good.

With one good eye, and a keen boldness that I felt within, I stared the surgeon down and put him on notice. I told him that God was in charge and He would have the last say.

To this day, I have no clue where the sudden and bold statement came from.

24 hours after surgery, the medical team removed the bandage from my eye.

Not only could I see light, I could read numbers on a flash cards.

The surgeon left the room in a hurry and rushed several of his colleagues in.

They were stunned.

This is your reminder that miracles do happen.

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