My Journey With God (Part 4)

Like clockwork, I prayed for Joey.  At times, I would even fall to my knees wherever I was and pray fiercely for his protection.  Joey had gone through so many thing in his life. some people find it hard  to believe when I give them his history.

He was a month late due to a doctors misinformation.  I was told at his birth that if I had gone more more day without delivering him, he would not had made it.  The placenta had stopped working.  At 2 months, he was given a wrong dose of medication which caused him to stop breathing.  I ran out of the car with him in my arms, screaming for someone to help me.  A man ( an angel) appeared out of nowhere, took him from my arms and brought him back.  At 6 months, he got so sick, his temperature rose to 106 and we couldn’t get it down.  He was snatched from my arms by a nurse in the ER room.  They wouldn’t let us near him.  They needed to find out what was wrong.  God and the Virgin Mary, once again intervened.  I believed it with all my heart.

When he was 14 months old, he got a hold of my mom’s heart medication.  A call to poison control and a frightening trip to the emergency room.  They brought him back to me again.  At the age of 7, he was attacked by a vicious dog while playing outside our home.  our neighbor caught a glimpse from her window and ran out with a stick to fight the dog off.  If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know what would have happened.  The dog was dragging him by the leg down the street.  I picked his bloodied body and sped off to the hospital.  On the way he said “Momma, I don’t want to die.  Am I going to die?”

I lost count of all the football injuries during his high school days. We would joke that a room in the ER had his last name on it.  His doctor had ordered an x-ray once because he had pain in his upper arm.  The following morning she called me to say they saw a mass on his bone.  Fear tore through my body.  He needed an MRI immediately.  On our way to  pick him up to take him to the children’s hospital, I asked his dad to go by the church.  I had to light some candles and fiercely pray.  He waited in the car.  I crawled on my knees  crying and BEGGED the Virgin Mary and God to protect him.  I implored that whatever this was, would go away and he would be healthy.  My prayers once again, were answered.  There wasn’t a part of his body that hadn’t been cast, stitched, examined,  or prodded.  I felt I needed to teach him how to pray for himself, as well.

There were a few car crashes along the way. Once, he totaled his truck so badly that the officers were surprised he walked out.  He was transported to the hospital , just to be on the safe side.  Only bruises the ER doctor said but “I noticed something in his heart.  You might want to take him to a cardiologist.” On the way to the specialist, I prayed again.

“You are on the right track, Cynthia”, I would say.  Just keep on praying and no harm would ever come to my children…

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and then there were 2. I am the mom to 3 beautiful adult children..2 are still physically with me....One is with us in spirit. Even though they are adults, they will always my babies. I hope you follow me on my journey. Though we are all different, we are all the same

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