Catching you up!

On one cold and wintry day, my mother was driving me home from another doctor's appointment. It was snowing and the wind was blowing. The wind chill must have been below zero. While pulling into my driveway, I saw these two young women walking down the street. My mother instantly labeled them in her mind as Jehovah's Witnesses. I got out of the car and began talking to these girls. They introduced themselves as missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I was intrigued. I attempted to invite them inside for warmth. My mother was less than happy with my open invitation and began shouting that her and I had blood transfusions (still thinking they were Jehovah's Witnesses). It was annoying then but its hilarious now. My mother started ushering me into the house, shutting out the missionaries. I told them to come back when my mother wasn't here. To my surprise, about an hour or so later, after my mother had left, the missionaries were knocking on my door again. I invited them in, and had them sit at my kitchen table. They began talking about Jesus, Joseph Smith, and the Book of Mormon. I had an open mind, so I asked them for a complete rundown of the ins and outs of the religion. I do not like surprises. Once they left, I went on with my day. A week or so later there they were knocking on my door again! Of course I let them in and we began talking again. It took about 4-5 visits for me to realize the seriousness of the things they were speaking of. I soon began internalizing the information, and also began reading the BOM. The sister missionaries began to befriend me as well. I started praying and asking God if these things were true. I didn't receive an answer for at least a few weeks, but when I got my answer it was definitely an obvious one. My defining moment was the night before my first surgery. The missionaries offered to have priesthood holders come to my home and give me a blessing. I figured it definitely couldn't hurt, so I told them yes. I was expecting older men to come to my house, and much to my surprise, they seemed younger than me. They anointed me with oil and laid their hands on my head and began to pray for me. It was at that moment when I felt as if Jesus Christ himself was standing over me. It was one of the most spiritual experiences I have ever had. It was at that moment that I knew that this church and the things they preached was for real. I was scheduled for surgery at 6 a.m. and I was still nervous, but certainly not as nervous as I thought I'd be. When I woke up in the recovery room, I instantly wanted to stand up...and I DID!!! 5 minutes after I was awake from major surgery I was standing and walking. I instantly began to pray and thank the Lord for what he had done. Don't get me wrong, I was in a lot of pain, but it was incision pain not nerve pain. I knew what God had done for me and I wanted to repay him. 3 days later, I had the priesthood over again for another blessing for the next phase in the surgery. 4 days later, I was back in the operating room for my final surgery. I was less nervous than the last one! When I awoke from surgery, I did the same thing...I got up! It is amazing to know that the Lord cares enough about me to heal me. You hear about that kind of thing in the Bible, but you never think that actual miracles can happen in 2009. Take my word for it, I am his miracle and I will never forget what he's done for me. And my baptism date is April 18th, 2009. I will never forget, and I will forever be in debt.