January 1st 2017

January 1st 2017 By: Miracle Man 10-21-2018 It was January 1st and God had my day planned, This day, at my door, the Grim Reaper would stand. For I was in the throes of Sudden Cardiac Arrest, And only eight percent survive this harrowing test. God averted my death by the dread “Widow Maker,” Now, to oblige my Doctors I’m a daily note taker. What I’m now allowed to eat I wolf down unflavored, But despite all this, I feel blessed and most favored.
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January 1, 2019 at 7:08 AM
Tom God definetly still has a job/purpose for you! Keep up your great writing too! That is wonderful to hear about the surprise party. Enjoy the New Year :)
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December 31, 2018 at 7:44 PM
Yes, a miracle. Bless you! Happy New Year :)
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January 1, 2019 at 4:37 AM
Thank you Heidi, God still has a job for me to do. I was a witness to all at the hospital who thought i'd died and Doctors said they couldn't explain it. Just celebrated my 80th birthday with a surprise party at church. Tom
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