My Story, His Glory
My Story, His Glory
Miracle Man
5-1-2022
It was the day after Easter in twenty-eighteen,
and my cardiologist was just entering the exam room.
His greeting to me was “good morning Lazarus.”
A lot of people were talking about you yesterday.
This was the same Doctor who had previously told my wife
(one year earlier) that there was little hope for me
because I just had too much going against me.
I had the Widow Maker and three days later
Sudden Cardiac Arrest and everything had shut down.
More than one Doctor has told me personally,
that I shouldn’t be here and that a miracle had taken place.
I went From 16 bags on a drip frame to one in seven days
and Doctors told my wife they had no answer
to what turned things around other than God had
intervened and they began calling me
the protected one, superman, and miracle man.
This is My Story & His Glory
Tom
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