Miracles Happen




	WRITE 2 THE HEART Stories that are aimed "Write 2 the Heart" February 20, 2002 Issue 022002 Cheryl Speir, Editor, moderator@write2theheart.com -------------------------------------------------------- By subscription only! Welcome to your next issue of "WRITE 2 THE HEART" You are receiving this FREE newsletter because you requested a subscription or a friend generously forwarded their copy to you. ------------------------------------------------------- Do you have a heart-warming story to share with our readers? We are accepting story submissions at this time. Please email your original story to moderator@write2theheart.com ------------------------------------------------------- Lettie has submitted her very first story to Write 2 the Heart. She tells us of a scary time when God protected her life when she was a child. I can imagine the horror her mother went through as she witnessed what she believed to be her daughters death. ---------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------- Miracles Do Happen By: Lettie Clark --------------------------------------------------------- As a child growing up in a large family in rural Mississippi money was tight. Dad worked hard and Mom had to shop carefully for groceries to meet the needs of the family. It was very rare for us to have enough money for groceries and monthly bills and still have money for treats. This story centers around one of those rare and special days when my Mom could afford to buy treats for us. It was a long hot summer day and Mom felt sorry for us and she decided to treat us to Popsicles. Mom got her brother to drive her to town. They piled us kids in the back seat of a 2 door Chevy and down the road we went. When we got to the grocery store Mom left us kids in the car. She never let us go inside because she knew we would want candy and other goodies. When Mom returned to the car she had Popsicles for us. Can you imagine all us kids fighting to get a Popsicle? Well, we were all pushing and shoving to get to the Popsicles. I was the one next to the door. Mom had failed to shut her door completely and when my uncle started backing out into the street, the door swung open. To the horror ofmy mom and my siblings, I was ejected from the car. My uncle was unaware of what had happened and he did not stop. When I fell out I was run over not once but twice. My Mom jumped out of the car screaming and crying. She was searching for me and just knew I was dead. She was crying and calling my name. All the time she was trying to find me, I was climbing back into the car on the driver's side fighting for my Popsicle. Once Mom knew I was back in the car she was startled to see that I was scratched, bruised and bleeding. The car had run over my legs and also my stomach. My clothes were torn and dirty. Fortunately a doctor had a clinic across the street. Mom gathered me up in her arms and ran inside the doctor's office. He looked me over, checked for broken bones and internal injuries. My worst injury was a hole in my forehead where a rock had gone in. The doctor got the large rock out and then closed the wound. He then told my Mom to take me home and keep me quiet and still. That was fifty years ago, twenty years ago I began having severe headaches around the scar and it became severely swollen. I went to a doctor and he checked it out. He found there were still rock fragments in the wound. He performed surgery to remove the rock fragments and scar tissue. Today the only thing remaining is the scar. As I said in the title of this story, Miracles Do Happen. I am a walking miracle today. I know that God had angels watching over me. I am very thankful that God is always mindful of each and every one of us. Lettie Clark lclark39 @ bellsouth.net (You are encouraged to write to the authors to let them know what you think of their story, just remember to remove the space before and after the @ symbol. The space is placed in the address to protect our writers from viruses.) -------------------------------------------------------- Lettie Clark is from the small rural town of Beaumont, Mississippi. Her parents had ten children and raised eight of them. She is the mother of two children and proud grandmother of two boys and two beautiful little blonde girls. What a great story! Really enjoyed reading it. Lots of Advantages to having big families. My mother came from a family of 8 and had a brother (and father) named Frank, so it was especially interesting to see that name. I'll pray for Frank and hope his cancer subsides. Nancee --------------------------------------------------------- Cheryl's Corner Did you miss me? Last Tuesday we were all packed and ready to go, David was on the computer doing some last minute things and I was waiting for him to finish so I could send out Write 2 the Heart. Guess what happened? The computer crashed! You should have seen the look on David's face. He offered to get it up and running again, but I know how long that takes and we had an eight hour ride ahead of us. I told him you are a forgiving people. We got to visit with Rose and her husband John. Only half of their twelve kids were ther. We laughed and cut up till very late and then continued at breakfast. John even fixed us pancakes. To soon it was time to go. Then it was over to my brother Wade's to visit him and his wife, Vicki. They have the cutest Chihuahuas. He shared with us some of the Christian music he is working on. I was envious of her craft room! We left there to head to Columbus, Georgia to check into our Motel to be rested for our son Tim's graduation from boot camp. What an experience. We enjoyed watching these young men who have volunteered their time for their country. I will write more on this next week. We have Tim home and he just enrolled into the college he has wanted to attend. It was God that got him in. We knew it was down to the wire, and prayed for favor. When he went to check on it, he was denied admission, yet the next day a friend introduced him to someone that was able to bend the rules for him. Today is his first day. I pray he does well. God bless Cheryl --------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------- © 2002 Write 2 the Heart Nothing may be reproduced or published without the written permission of the individual author or copyright owner. 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