"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they will not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be scorched, Nor will the flame burn you."Isaiah 43:2 —New American Bible Standard Bible ©
"You do not look like what you've been through." Those were the words I heard for three days from different people. Yes, folks, it's testimony time, because once again, more than before, I have experienced the hand of God on my life in unmistakable ways.
Last Thursday evening — one week ago today — I stepped out of the shower, bent down to dry my toes, and as I straightened back up, I felt a pain on my right temple unlike any pain I have ever felt. Pain below your neck is one thing, but above is another thing— very scary. And that pain continued throughout the night. I had my pressure checked and the readings were out of control. So I spent that night from about midnight to five on my knees praying and crying uncontrollably because I could not understand what kind of headache that was.
My travel arrangements were to travel from Georgia to Boston to be with my older daughter on Friday. In spite of how I was feeling, I headed to the airport, and got on the plane. The stopover en route to Boston was Charlotte, North Carolina. About ten to 15 minutes before landing in Charlotte, I started experiencing distress, could not breathe properly while my head continued to pound like crazy.
My first angel throughout this incident was the lady sitting next to me on the plane, who —after asking if I was okay, proceeded to fan me while alerting the flight attendants, who then gave me oxygen. The next thing I knew I was being wheeled off the plane, into an ambulance and taken to Carolina's Medical Center. Extensive tests were done, and I was eventually told that I had suffered a haemorrhagic (bleeding) stroke —4.5 cm in size. The first doctor to see me was a Trinidadian, and the first one to tell me— "You do not look like what you've been through." That was the conclusion of all the doctors who saw me then. They considered me lucky to have survived the way I did, to talk especially, and I kept telling them I am blessed. Vision in my left eye has been affected, but I continue to believe God for total healing. I honestly believe that spending time on my knees praying would have partly contributed to the way things turned out.
My heart is overflowing with gratitude for the precious people who were praying for me, and the support from family, including my church family and friends. I cannot thank everyone personally who prayed for me —because I heard there were many people praying, but I am indeed blessed to have such a powerful and loving network. My high school network contacted one another, and the calls of comfort and encouragement came —starting with Ruthven Walker, who had everyone busy; there were calls from David Cooke, Gregory Bonus, and Dane Bascombe, even as he is dealing with a very challenging situation, made the time to call. Winston Roberts, who lives in another state, and knowing that I was all alone in Charlotte, contacted a friend of a friend who turned out to be yet another angel in my predicament. And that angel is Stephanie Wynter who is easily one of the nicest persons I have ever met; she picked me up from the hospital, took me to lunch and then to her house to refresh myself; and later to the airport to catch my flight to Boston. And Roland Sebro, who I grew up with, treated me as a brother by assisting me significantly. I am the most blessed to have such loving high school mates, and all the other loving people in my life.
My testimony would not be complete without mentioning and giving thanks for the excellent care I received at Carolina's Medical Center. I shudder to think what could have happened if the flight was longer, and if I had not received the care that I did. AHH …The hand of God!
Thanks as well to the folks at CCN, who knew of this situation, and extended best wishes.
To God be the glory, great things He has done for me.
P.S. Today marks this column's 13th anniversary, and for this I give God praise, because in spite of all the challenges God has kept His hand on me to share here, in this valued space.
So let us walk on water because weak faith panics, growing faith prays and seasoned faith walks on water in the midst of the storms."