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There were four times that I recall.
I was home each time I fell to the floor.
I was also alone each time I fell, and three
of those times, immediately, I got up alone                                                                                                                    
on my own. No one ever saw me fall during any                                                                                                                        
of the four falls.  On my fourth fall, my son was visiting                                                                                            
and happen to come to the kitchen and found me on                                                                                                      
the floor. He helped me to my feet, and I was fine.                                                                                            
Had he not walked in, I don't know if I would have
gotten up on my own.  It was as if I decided to take a nap                                                                                       
on the kitchen floor.  Although I wondered about each fall,                                                                                                                  
I never told anyone of the other falls.  Nor was alarmed.                                                                                                       

I was 65 and never had I been under a doctor's
care for any reason. There were other times when
my heart would be racing, or while driving, I would
briefly lose track of where I was.  Still, I was none                                                                                              
the wiser, never realizing how serious a matter it                                                                                                        
was with my heart.                                                                                                                                                                 

Finally, turning 65, I went in for a Medicare checkup,
unrelated to any condition that I was experiencing.
Among other things, the doctor checked my heart rate and
referred me to a cardiologist.  That's where the mystery was
revealed, and it was not pretty.  My heart rate was in the middle
30s, far below normal.  In reality, I was slowly dying, and left unchecked                                                          
much longer, I would have gone to heaven. The doctor had a fiduciary                                             
responsibility to inform the DMV; which he did.  He also advised that I get                                                             
a pacemaker.  My driver's license would have been suspended had I not agreed to a scheduled pacemaker insertion.  The Lord certainly looked beyond my naivete' and stubbornness and saw my need. In spite of my reluctancy to have the procedure, I went forward with it.  I am certain that The Lord intervened, resulting in my life being spared and prolonged for God's  purposes.

122421PSCtest, Divine Intervention Poetry, Chantelle Anne Cooke.10P
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