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Today was a big day...

This morning was the first time I have spoken publicly about my stroke. I was asked to speak at the morning Kiwanis club meeting. It was a great time (I don't know if anyone else had a good time, but I did). It felt good to talk publicly about my stroke. The responses are amazing as I tell everyone about my stroke and what the Drs. said about it. I think the most alarming part was when it really sunk into them that every Dr. said that I CANNOT do what I AM doing. Now, I don't want to minimize things, but people generally say, "Well, probably the Dr. said that you SHOULD not be able to do what you are doing. You know, like a 1 in a million chance." Well, I know that that is still miraculous. But, that is not what they said. They have said that I no longer have what it takes to ride a bike, drive, write, type, etc. In other words, medically speaking, I CANNOT do what I am doing. It was really great. 

After that, I was able to lead a man to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. He had approached me about being baptized in the church, and I asked him if he knew for sure that Jesus was his personal savior. He said that he did not know for sure. He hoped so, and he tried to lead a good life, but he could not say for sure. But now, praise God, he can say that as of May 16, 2009, he knows for sure. Overall, I would say it was a good day. Now, off to plant my garden...another good day.


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