Touched by Child Jesus

[krsnaraja]

My mother was rushed to the hospital because of profuse uterine bleeding. She was seven months pregnant. The child in her womb was me. Her Obstetrician diagnosed her ailment: Placenta previa. An OR was scheduled. I have to be evacuated the soonest possible. The day before my mother would be taken to the OR. She prayed to the Holy Child Jesus of Cebu. In her novena and prayer, my mother Julie , told God the Child Jesus, " Lord I don`t want my child to go, if I am the only one who will survive. The child in my womb is premature. This child may not make it. I promise you this if You let us both survive. I will enroll this child in your school, Colegio del Sto Nino. I will send this child after graduating in college to a medical school to become a doctor. "

Early in the morning, when my mother`s Obstetrician came in for the rounds for my mother`s scheduled OR. The doctor was surprised because my mother`s bleeding stopped. I went on to become a full-term baby. I was delivered on November 3, the death anniversary of St Martin de Porres of Lima, Peru. True to my mother`s words, she enrolled me at the Colegio del Sto Nino from kindergarten to high school. I graduated my pre-med course in B.S. Medical Technology in 1979. Graduated in my MD course batch `83. In January 1987, I got my license to practice medicine after passing the Philippine Medical Licensure Exams. Years later, when I was with my mother, we happen to meet her Obstetrician. She said to her, " Here`s Melvin. He is now a doctor, the child whom you wanted removed when he was still a premature. " The Obstetrician just could not believe it.

[mojomojo]

A small town in a rural, quite isolated part of Ireland, lived a travelling woman with her daughter, their caravan situated outside the town itself.
For the large part these people were not accepted by the settled community, they even had their own language, and survived by what ever means they could, she was also branded a witch.
The daughter was shunned in school and elsewhere by the other kids, largely on instruction from the parents, except for one, kids been kids see no distinction, and this child was never instructed otherwise.
Fast forward a few years, this child was now a woman and carrying her own.
This particular day she started bleeding badly, there was great fear she would lose the child, while waiting for the ambulance to arrive, a woman walked from the road into the house, placed what she described as some type of bread in her mouth, uttered a few words and left as quickly as she had arrived.
The bleeding stopped, she still went to hospital to be checked, everything was fine.
Sometimes when stories like this are handed down, they can seem hard to except, but in this case, we got it directly from source.
The old woman, was they travelling lady, the woman she helped was the child that played with her daughter, the child that was born is my wife.


Mojo.