The Day I Met God
Eleven years ago, when I was thirty two years old, I put a needle in my arm for the first time. At that time in my life, I felt like I could not live and I could not die. My life, as I knew it, had fallen apart. I lost my job, my home, and my husband. My oldest son was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. The doctors said he needed a heart transplant. The day I met God is the story of my life changing event.
My life is a hard story to tell. As a child, I believed one day I would grow up, I would have children, and I would have a perfect life. However, my life was far from perfect. I married my children’s father at the young age of seventeen. We had three beautiful children: Kyle, Dustin, and Chelsie. My husband was a drug addict; as a result, we were divorced when I was just twenty-four years old. My children’s father was murdered at the age of twenty-nine. At that time, I thought nothing could be worse, until my sixteen year old son died of a heart attack, and life as I knew it no longer exited.
Our first child Kyle was born with a heart defect. For the first two years of his life, we lived in a hospital more than we lived at home. At the age of two, our son had his first open heart surgery. The doctors patched a hole in his heart; and for eleven years, he lived a normal life. When Kyle was thirteen years old, he loved to play sports. It did not matter what type of sports. He was on the baseball team, the basketball team, and the football team at Forest Hill Elementary school. That summer he became sick, not able to hold any food down. For three weeks, I kept taking him to the doctor. They just kept saying that he had a stomach virus. Finally, I had enough and told them I wasn’t leaving until we could see his cardiologist doctor. When the doctor looked at my son, he immediately took him back for an ultra sound. For three weeks, my son had been in congestive heart failure.
Immediately, they called for a jet pilot to fly us to the...