When I was
five, we lived in Chesterfield, Idaho.
Our home teachers were visiting and when they left, we noticed that my
older brother’s face was blue! He
couldn’t talk and just pointed to his throat.
I had seen him playing with marbles earlier and said we needed the home
teachers back to give him a blessing. They
ran back in and after the blessing, the marble slipped down his throat so he
could breathe again. Without the
blessing, he would surely have died.
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