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Cobey B.'s avatar

I was married in my late teens and divorced in my early twenties. When I was twenty-seven, my ex-wife's husband left a burning cigarette and my two sons in the house, alone. They perished at ages four and six.

I've had many years since to learn about forgiveness as well as trying to be thankful and content in all circumstances. This was not done in my own strength but in being rescued by God and a loving and supportive family.

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Brigette Walters's avatar

I was very young; I had a fever. I remember being placed on a counter so that my mother could purchase something. I looked down at my hands, then flipped them over to look at my palms. They were all red with white spots all over them. Then everything faded like in the movies when the screen creeps in from all corners to meet in the middle and goes to black. The next thing I remember from this traumatic experience was waking up in an oxygen tent with ice bags all around me and tubes coming from everywhere. I was going to survive the meningitis that was ravaging my tiny body.

Sometimes, now at 50 years old, I can look at my palms and I still see the little red hands with white spots. I am thankful to the doctors and the nurses who brought me back from the brink. I would have missed so much.

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