At this point, I was a living miracle. God has healed me from two health issues, both at birth.
I was born with a strange sound in my chest while breathing and was diagnosed with having Aortic Stenosis, an opening in my heart. The doctor said this kind of opening closes immediately after birth, but mine had not yet. This problem was causing my bloodstream to mix up and cause an abnormality in my breathing. The dirty and clean blood was mixing up.
The second problem was that I had a blood cluster, a tumor on my left palm. So, after what happened, my mother prayed for a miracle, and my father acted upon his faith. My mother put me, a newborn, on the altar at St. Mary's Church and asked for a miracle. Better to say, she offered me to God at the altar. My father asked my mom, “How long are we going to stay here?” Mom answered, “As long as it takes.” She told my father that she had asked God to make me cry as a sign that I was healed. Meanwhile, they were both praying. And rest assured, after a few hours, I started crying.
