What the heck is up with that mop on her head from yesterday? Don Jr.'s expression says it all.
Posted on 11/09/2019 7:21:00 AM PST by daniel1212
Love this one.
Awesome experience!
“Sweet story and I would love to believe it. But I don’t.”
Things like this do happen. I don’t know this person or her story, but I have experienced something as improbable as this personally.
You put your right foot in, you put your right foot out......
Here’s my story and it is absolutely true and not embellished.
My dearest friend Lil went to Eastern Europe as a Missionary, back in the days of the Iron Curtain, and spent many years in Romania bringing in Bibles and other Christian Literature under the noses of the Communists. She had given me her little dog, Odie, who used to ride with me on my Harley until he passed away in my arms of a seizure at the age of 15.
After the break-up of the Soviet Union, Lil began bringing Bibles and Literature into I*lamic countries in Central Asia and SE Asia. Many of the countries she operated in ended with “stan” if you catch my drift. Being and older and somewhat overweight lady, she was able to use burkas and Chadoors to great advantage getting Bibles into these places. When she retired from the Mission Field, she became a psychiatric nurse at a Veterans Hospital. (she was already an RN)
Now, since we were both single ladies (I had been widowed two years earlier) we decided to save up our money and go to Hawaii together. I had a timeshare left over from my marriage, so all we had to do was get airfare and fun-money.
Our first evening on The Big Island, we sat on the Lanai and shared our thoughts about Heaven.
Lil said “To me, Heaven looks like rolling hills down to the sea, covered in beautiful grasses, shimmering in the sun, and waving like hands praising God.
The next day we drove over 100 miles to Hilo to take a helicopter ride. Both of us like adventure, so we opted for the “Open Door” chopper that would fly over the erupting vent of Kilauea (Pu’u O’o). We were strapped into the rear seat with headphones, a com switch, and X-shaped harnesses, and off we went.
Suddenly, over the Macadamia Farm south of Hilo, Lil started hitting my arm. She was having a seizure, and couldn’t breath. I tried to do CPR in the confined space, but we were both strapped in tight, and her jaw was locked, so I couldn’t even get an airway.
I pressed the com-button and told the pilot to turn around. He raced back to Hilo as fast as the copter could go, and the EMT’s were waiting for us. They intubated her and whisked her off to the hospital, and then airlifted her to Oahu. But, I knew in my heart that Lil had already “passed”, in my arms, in the helicopter.
There is MUCH more to the story, but here is the strangest part. I didn’t go right back to Kona, because I was, of course, traumatized. The Helicopter Company put me up for the night in Hilo, but the next day was the Fourth of July. That meant that all the roads to Kona would be blocked by parades and fireworks. All the roads except ONE.
That road was the infamous “Saddle Road” a lava field between two active volcanoes, rice in seismic activity and resembling the surface of the moon. It used to be closed to the public and only recently had been opened, but the car-rental company was still forbidding driving that 60 mile stretch.
Anyway, I filled up with gas and proceeded on this road, and drove for miles on desolate landscape, with no gas stations, no houses, no restaurants, and only an occasional Military outpost. I finally came to the end and crested the hill, looking down the rolling hills towards the sea, which was completely covered in golden grasses, lifting their heads and waving, like they were praising the Lord.
What an astonishing story - in so many ways! I’ll bet you never lost the “fine art of appreciation.”
And so is much of history, but at least in this case the author provides what she says is her eyewitness testimony, and Quora requires real names to be used.
Granted, if she provided notarized testimony from the nurse and other staff that she says also saw the sandy legs and sneakers, then this would fulfill basic Biblical criteria for witnesses (2 or 3). And which, perhaps together with the sandy sneaker with scientific tests for the composition and origin of the sand, might satisfy the demands of science. But apocalyptic climate change might have something to do with it.
Not so, for to the committed skeptic, all claims can have natural explanations.
I was 19, it was late summer, I had been dating a girl since May. I was at home, half watching a baseball game, but thinking of her and wondering if maybe I should end the relationship with her.
The phone rang. It was her, she said: "If you want to break up with me, just go ahead and do it, but don't string me out thinking about it."
She Hung up.
Three years later, we were married and I have been with her now for 44 years.
Thanks be to God. More: AMAZING TESTIMONIES VIDEOS (700 club)
Had similar, glory be to God.
When we were stationed in NAS Fallon Nevada we were driving at night to Reno. There was a stationery bright bright light high straight up in the sky that stayed there over an hour. It never moved or got less intense in its brightness. It made a giant perfect circle in the desert. It started miles in the sky. No one could explain it.
They should have the sand analyzed to find out which beach it was from.
My worse event was the obamy years and what he left behind.
What the heck is up with that mop on her head from yesterday? Don Jr.'s expression says it all.
Not bad; as long as we can laugh it's all good.
That's what you use to clean the toilets in the whore house.
I learned then that God loved me and I also learned to watch carefully for His gifts - and thank Him.
Goldilocks Goldberg
Democrats?
I can think of a couple of other interesting ones tho not really miraculous.
I had taken a year off, researching my ancestors in Georgia. I finally got down to $20. Not a big deal as I was expecting a large check any day.
There was a football game at Georgia Southern. I wanted to go but the price of a ticket at the gate was $12. As I approached the gate, a guy walks up to me and hands me a ticket.
A few days later I was down to 40 cents cash and $5 in the bank. Now I could have called relatives and got emergency cash but sort of wanted to see if I could stick it out.
I stopped by the Winn Dixie to see what I could buy for 40 cents as there was nothing to eat. As I stepped in the store, there at my feet was a $5 dollar bill.
The next day I phoned the bank, entered my information and the balance was $8,800. My check had made it by direct deposit tho I guess that is not technically a check.
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