My Personal Faith Story
My Personal Faith Story
Many years ago, I was a patient at Crumlin Childrens Hospital Dublin. I was there for quite a long time as a result of surgery in Galway University Hospital not having gone to plan. I was only two years of age when I was involved in a freak accident, which resulted in me breaking my arm. Little did I know at the time that I would find myself still attending Crumlin occasionally four years down the road.
Seeing I know you are reading this, curious as to what went wrong, here is a brief description of the blunder. After a supposedly successful operation in Galway, when I got my cast off, my arm was set the wrong way around. I was then operated on in Crumlin, which involved the re-breaking of my arm, and in doing so, they cut one of the main nerves in my arm which left my right arm powerless from the shoulder down. Special Surgeons were flown in from neighbouring hospitals and after several hours operation, I eventually regained consciousness and was back lying in the hospital bed. I was up and down, and in and out of Crumlin Hospital for many years later and yet to this day , I strongly believe it was faith that got me through the horrifying ordeal.
Another astounding story, which I encountered during my stay in Crumlin, again, emphasizing the strength and power of faith, I got to know a little girl named Laura who was suffering from a rear and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her five year old brother who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The Doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he could be willing to give his blood to his sister.
I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying “Yes I’ll do it if it will save her”. As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the colour
Many years ago, I was a patient at Crumlin Childrens Hospital Dublin. I was there for quite a long time as a result of surgery in Galway University Hospital not having gone to plan. I was only two years of age when I was involved in a freak accident, which resulted in me breaking my arm. Little did I know at the time that I would find myself still attending Crumlin occasionally four years down the road.
Seeing I know you are reading this, curious as to what went wrong, here is a brief description of the blunder. After a supposedly successful operation in Galway, when I got my cast off, my arm was set the wrong way around. I was then operated on in Crumlin, which involved the re-breaking of my arm, and in doing so, they cut one of the main nerves in my arm which left my right arm powerless from the shoulder down. Special Surgeons were flown in from neighbouring hospitals and after several hours operation, I eventually regained consciousness and was back lying in the hospital bed. I was up and down, and in and out of Crumlin Hospital for many years later and yet to this day , I strongly believe it was faith that got me through the horrifying ordeal.
Another astounding story, which I encountered during my stay in Crumlin, again, emphasizing the strength and power of faith, I got to know a little girl named Laura who was suffering from a rear and serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her five year old brother who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The Doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he could be willing to give his blood to his sister.
I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying “Yes I’ll do it if it will save her”. As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the colour