"Faith Can Move Mountains" Faith Story #1

Many individuals appear to never have any faith in their religion or what some refer to as ‘The Maker Above’, until something comes along to drastically alter their thinking. A tragic event happened before Sara’s parents opened their eyes to that word called ‘Faith’. After the crisis was over her family found going to church every Sunday was now going to be a permanent event.

Sara’s mom and dad went to church when they felt like it, if ever. Young couples even today feel that they have little time to get up every Sunday morning and yet it seemed harder in the 1950’s to attempt to dress four children and themselves properly for church. The dread of having to walk the three fourths of a mile was pure agony with young children ranging from six years to nine months. Pride prevented Sara’s parents from ever asking for a ride from a neighbor or a relative that just happened to be going to the same church.

Things drastically changed when the five year old Sara fell from a flight of stairs going up to a second story apartment. She had to wear her Grandma’s high heeled shoes and climb the steep outside stairs to show her girl friend. How proud she was to wear those special shoes…little did she realize that she would miss making it to the top landing by four steps.

Just as she was going to step up to the fourth step to the landing with her right foot her left ankle weakened causing her to loose her balance. There was only a thin railing with no spindles in between to break her fall. Her tiny grip snapped freeing her to fall from the second story on to a cement sidewalk.

By the time the ambulance arrived she was in a coma. After being taken to the tiny community hospital after many tests it was revealed that she had a compound fractured skull, a concussion, a fractured left hip, and a blood clot behind her left ear. Doctors gave little hope for any recovery. They informed the family that praying was all that would help. Of course doctors never like to be truthful, they want to give some hope, so they told them it would be a miracle if their daughter woke up let alone be normal.

Sara’s parents called a priest to administer last rites as their religious beliefs recommended at a time such as this one. Their daughter did indeed receive the sacraments but continued to remain in a coma. Around the clock vigils were held at the bed side by friends and family, while priests from Sara’s Moms’ parish took twelve hour shifts to comfort family and close friends. On the afternoon of the third day she opened her eyes and saw her parents, recognizing them at once. Doctors rushed in and more tests were completed to verify that she was indeed 100% normal. Of course she would have a headache for awhile, but that would lesson each day as her head healed.

It was from those three days of praying to saints and the almighty one above that gave them the faith to believe in miracles and that religion in their life was important and needed to be practiced weekly if not on a daily basis.

Today Sara is a healthy individual who has gone far in life. Her accomplishments include BSA in teaching, Certified in Psychology and Mental Health, and an author of several self healing books.