As I reflect back on my life up to now, I remember all the things that made growing up in the old days a benefit to living in the world of today.
When I was a youngster at about the age of 4, I remember falling on some glass, causing a cut on my left wrist that had to be stitched. I remember my mother being there while the doctor sewed me up. This was in 1941, and there wasn’t much they could do for the pain. But Mom kept my mind busy while he did it.
That scar is still there to remind me that nothing can take me down unless I let it.
And then I remember when I started first grade. When leaving school one day I saw that the kids I usually followed were already gone. I didn’t know how to find my way home. I remember crying, and I remember an old man who lived close to the school asking me what was wrong.
I told him I was lost and I wanted to go home. The old man helped me get home. This taught me the goodness of another’s heart will help you find the way.
And then when I was in the fifth grade, I had a very terrible looking wart on my chin. I wanted it to come off. My mother asked her friend to come see me and help. He wasn’t a doctor, but he had “the gift.”
He looked and asked if I believed, and I told him I did. He began to rub his fingers around the wart, never touching it, and then he said some words. He told me it would come off in a few days.
I remember a few days later while in school, touching my chin, I noticed it was gone. This taught me there is a God and he does have certain people here on earth who can perform miracles, as long as they go through him.