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May be I was too weak when I was a child .
When I was a young ( grade school) I had always a mild asthma. Until one day I had a symptom of worst asthma (asthma attack)and that time we facing a financial problem so my mama's go to our neighbours for help to sell her earings (buy a medicine) while she's crying ( the next day I know ) .
The next day I heard that they planning to buy (asthma healer) if ever happened to me again and my younger brother said to me he was scared of me because of how I breathe (thingking am dying ). And that was my first and last scenario happened to me . If ever I had asthma attack it will be mild until I grow up and am not sure when my asthma stop but the last time I remembered when I was in high school .
May be I was too weak when I was a child .
When I was a young ( grade school) I had always a mild asthma. Until one day I had a symptom of worst asthma (asthma attack)and that time we facing a financial problem so my mama's go to our neighbours for help to sell her earings (buy a medicine) while she's crying ( the next day I know ) .
The next day I heard that they planning to buy (asthma healer) if ever happened to me again and my younger brother said to me he was scared of me because of how I breathe (thingking am dying ). And that was my first and last scenario happened to me . If ever I had asthma attack it will be mild until I grow up and am not sure when my asthma stop but the last time I remembered when I was in high school .
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#MiracleMoments
MY MIRACLE MOMENT:
🙏A STORY of FAITH and SURVIVAL🙏
In 2009, Philippines was devastated by TYPHOON ONDOY. It was a Saturday, and I was at the office for a half-day of work. The rain had been relentless since morning, but I didn't realize the extent of the flooding in Manila. After work, I took the train to Monumento Station, intending to transfer to a Bus and then a JEEPNEY to get home.
When I arrived at the BUS STOP going to North Edsa, I was shocked to see that the traffic was at a complete standstill. Rows of buses were stranded along the highway, immobile. Left with no other choice, I decided to walk, hoping to reach
Balintawak. As I walked, the floodwaters began rising. By the time I reached Balintawak, the water was WAIST-DEEP.
Turning back was no longer an option. The train station was now inaccessible. It was raining heavily and the water kept rising. I was cold, drenched and terrified, not knowing where I could find shelter for the night. I braved the flooded street searching for a safe place. However, when I reached a certain point, I realized that continuing to North Edsa was impossible-the water levels were beyond human height. I felt helpless, hungry and scared. With nowhere to go and no shelter in sight, I TURNED TO THE ONLY SOURCE OF STRENGHT I HAD. I PRAYED TO GOD TO SAVE ME.
As I stood there in despair, a man on a motorcycle suddenly appeared. He was asking the people nearby if there's a way to reach Fairview. Quezon City, so happened that's my way too. Hope surged within me. Without hesitation, I approached him, begging him to take me along. Though uncertain of the road ahead, he agreed.
Our journey was scary. The rain battered us mercilessly, and the floodwaters made navigating nearly impossible. The wind was strong and every raindrop felt like sharp needles striking my face. Yet, the man pressed on, refusing to give up. I clung tightly to his unwavering determination, silently praying to God with every passing moment.
Through countless obstacles, we made progress. I couldn't believe it when we finally arrived at the JEEPNEY terminal near my home. Overwhelmed with gratitude, I asked for the Man's name and shook hand with him. To my astonishment, he said he worked in the same building where I held office. I couldn't recall ever meeting with him, but I was eager to thank him properly.
The next day, I returned to the office and searched every floor of the building, from the first to the seventh, looking for him. But no one by his name existed.
Even to this day, I believe that man was sent by God - an instrument of His grace or perhaps something even more miraculous.
That day, September 26, 2009, I witnessed firsthand, how faith can bring light to the darkest of times.
FOR ME, IT WAS A TRUE MIRACLE
MOMENT
#MiracleMoment
By:
#MiracleMoments
MY MIRACLE MOMENT:
🙏A STORY of FAITH and SURVIVAL🙏
In 2009, Philippines was devastated by TYPHOON ONDOY. It was a Saturday, and I was at the office for a half-day of work. The rain had been relentless since morning, but I didn't realize the extent of the flooding in Manila. After work, I took the train to Monumento Station, intending to transfer to a Bus and then a JEEPNEY to get home.
When I arrived at the BUS STOP going to North Edsa, I was shocked to see that the traffic was at a complete standstill. Rows of buses were stranded along the highway, immobile. Left with no other choice, I decided to walk, hoping to reach
Balintawak. As I walked, the floodwaters began rising. By the time I reached Balintawak, the water was WAIST-DEEP.
Turning back was no longer an option. The train station was now inaccessible. It was raining heavily and the water kept rising. I was cold, drenched and terrified, not knowing where I could find shelter for the night. I braved the flooded street searching for a safe place. However, when I reached a certain point, I realized that continuing to North Edsa was impossible-the water levels were beyond human height. I felt helpless, hungry and scared. With nowhere to go and no shelter in sight, I TURNED TO THE ONLY SOURCE OF STRENGHT I HAD. I PRAYED TO GOD TO SAVE ME.
As I stood there in despair, a man on a motorcycle suddenly appeared. He was asking the people nearby if there's a way to reach Fairview. Quezon City, so happened that's my way too. Hope surged within me. Without hesitation, I approached him, begging him to take me along. Though uncertain of the road ahead, he agreed.
Our journey was scary. The rain battered us mercilessly, and the floodwaters made navigating nearly impossible. The wind was strong and every raindrop felt like sharp needles striking my face. Yet, the man pressed on, refusing to give up. I clung tightly to his unwavering determination, silently praying to God with every passing moment.
Through countless obstacles, we made progress. I couldn't believe it when we finally arrived at the JEEPNEY terminal near my home. Overwhelmed with gratitude, I asked for the Man's name and shook hand with him. To my astonishment, he said he worked in the same building where I held office. I couldn't recall ever meeting with him, but I was eager to thank him properly.
The next day, I returned to the office and searched every floor of the building, from the first to the seventh, looking for him. But no one by his name existed.
Even to this day, I believe that man was sent by God - an instrument of His grace or perhaps something even more miraculous.
That day, September 26, 2009, I witnessed firsthand, how faith can bring light to the darkest of times.
FOR ME, IT WAS A TRUE MIRACLE
MOMENT
#MiracleMoment
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