The Healer Part Iv (From My Life Story)

Two years after the birth of my daughter a son was born to me. Three years had also gone since my daughter's warts had vanished when my son turned five years of age and warts began to spread all over his hands. I tried all the Traditional Medicines and herbs once again. But when I looked into his big dark eyes that tried so hard not to cry I knew what had to be done. My mind couldn't wrap around the improbabilities while my motivation spurred me forward with my quest. Would The Spirit of The Healer Ms Agnes come to my aid once again? Taking a deep breath I sat my son down and repeated the story I had told his older sister just three years before. With his hands in mine I gently touched and counted all the scaly knobs that I could find. When I was done reliving every detail his hands where still in mine. As I opened mine to see his awestruck eyes I gave my sons hands a gentle squeeze. Then I said "Maybe. Just maybe there's enough of the Spirit of The Healer Ms Agnes left in there for you too. On the fourth morning after that my son slept so late. Sleeping late was uncharacteristic of him so I went to check that he was okay. When I pulled back the covers there they were on the sheets. All of his warts fell off my sons precious hands during his sleep. My shock and amazement left me with so many mixed emotions and questions. I was speechless and I hugged my son in congratulations. As I left his sight I looked down at my hands to see if my warts had returned. They had not. It was ten years after the birth of my son when I gave birth to another beautiful child. A daughter with blonde hair and eyes so blue. Of course, without surprise at the age of five the warts began. This time I took no other action and knew first what to do. So before she could even cry I sat my youngest one down and took her hands in mine. Closing my eyes I touched and counted all the scaly knobs I could find. Then I re-enacted the story of the Healer Ms Anges one more time. When all was told and I opened mine to see my youngest ones awestruck eyes, I gave her precious hands a gentle squeeze. And I said, "Maybe. Just Maybe there's enough of the Spirit of The Healer Ms Agnes left in there for you too". On the fourth day after that I asked to see my youngest one's hands. I knew deep inside before she stretched them out to me that her warts were no longer there. I hugged her in congratulations and didn't check to see if my warts had returned. Cont'd in Part V