On Oct.24, 1993 my daughter was born at twenty-eight weeks weighing only two pounds, 2.2 ounces. She stayed in the NICU for two months. We brought her home in December but in the next four months she came down with a rare blood disorder that threatened her life. While in the hospital for this condition, she slipped into a coma and was put on life support. The doctor explained that she had severe brain damage and that her organs were shutting down.

My mother came in from North Carolina and my mother-in-law flew in from Puerto Rico after being told that my daughter would not make it. While my mother was here, she met a cab driver. This cab driver, not knowing her, started to talk about prayer and his belief in God. My mother told him about my daughter and her condition. The cab driver said that he was once in the same situation and had severe brain damage also. He explained that his problem came about due to a gunshot wound of the head. He wasn't expected to live because half of his brain was dead and had to be removed. He said that a priest, whom he had never met before, had come to his room to pray over him. The priest continuously recited a scripture verse from Ezekiel 16:6: "I say to you, Live!" The cab driver pulled through and lived to tell about it.

Later that night, my mother told me about her meeting with the cab driver and related his story. She told me that he had suggested that she recite this verse with me over my daughter's bed. At the time I did not read the Bible or believe in God or angels or miracles. But I thought, Why not? If it will make her happy and there is a possibility that it could help, I would do it.

My mother and I, along with the rest of the family, prayed for my daughter's life. I went alone and began a daily ritual of reciting this verse over her bed. Eventually, my daughter came out of her coma and began to function again. It has been a long road to travel, but she is ten years old now and is one of the most beautiful people I have ever known.

As for the cab driver, when my mother went to thank him a week or two later, he was gone and none of the other cab drivers had ever heard of him or knew about his story. I believe that he was an angel sent to us in our time of need to give us hope. I will be forever grateful.

Teressa V.

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