When I was
eight years old, I got very sick. We
thought it was the flu, but I didn’t get better. My Mom took me to the doctor and he said that
I had appendicitis and they had burst. I
had been sleeping for two days but I remember waking up just before surgery and
my Dad and my doctor were giving me a blessing before the surgery. Imagine a world where every doctor had the
priesthood to give blessings and the Holy Ghost to guide his hands. I had to stay in the hospital for a week, but
through the power of the priesthood, I survived.
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