Remembering the past

Having my parents here over Thanksgiving was great. We always reminisce over our past. My parents help remind me of where we've come from and God's protection over the years.

Not many of you know that me sister and I almost died when we were little. I remember coming home from school feeling so bad. I had the biggest headache in the world. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep on my bed. I woke up in the "hospital room". If you could see what the hospital was like in that refugee camp, you would cry. My parents thought my sister and I had dysentery from some contaminated food. I had a high fever, GI stuff (I won't go into detail :-)) Curious about what it was that I ate? This may not surprise you... ICE CREAM. My sister and I were severely dehydrated with high fevers. There were not adequate supplies at the hospital. One normal saline bag left-two children. My sister and I shared that saline bag. My parents had to borrow money from friends to buy medication. They later found one more liter of saline to give us. They had some difficulty getting an IV in me, so they put it in my foot. Mortality rate in that refugee camp for this sort of thing was high, but my sister and I survived. I remember that when we were allowed to go home, my daddy had to carry me home. My little foot was so swollen from the IV that I was unable to walk home. And no-there were no other means of transportation. We walked everywhere. One of many demonstrations of God's protection.

I'm thinking that someday I would like to write the story of my family and all the things we went through. I'd publish and print only 4 copies :-) One for my parents. One for my sister. One for me. One for my children that I may have someday. Passing on the legacy of their grandparents.