Personal Narrative Essay: How God Changed My Life

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I never was a really religious person. I would go to church on Sunday 's like every other family in my neighborhood, not like i had a choice. The words would come in one ear and out the other. Sometimes I questioned if God was even real but that one particular Sunday changed my whole perspective on life. I was 18 years old sitting in church bored out of my mind like usual. My mother kept reprimanding me for not sitting up straight or "not having any respect". When mass was over i exclaimed "Finally, that 's over, I 'm starving!" after church me and my family would go out to eat routinely. We were on our way to the diner on James street. My mom, my dad, my brother, and I were all making our way through the parking lot and into the diner, me …show more content…

I don 't know how long i was in the darkness. I had no perception of time. I was terrified. Eventually, I could just barely open my eyes and I realized I was in the hospital. Except, right above me I saw black figures storming around and I realized they were swarming down at me. The figures were definitely demonic and they had horrific distorted voices that make me cringe to this day. Immediately, I became praying. I knew I was going to die, they were coming for my soul.I begged God to spare my life, I asked for forgiveness. Then, everything went black again. I felt something gently touch my eyes. After the touch,I saw a bright flash of white light and could fully open my eyes then, an angel appeared. She was peaceful and beautiful she smiled at me. "Who are you?" I was in complete shock. "Do not be afraid anymore. God sent me here to let you know he heard your prayers." She disappeared. I was alive. I laid in the hospital bed and cried tears of joy. The positivity I felt inside overwhelmed me. Soon enough my family came to my room. "It 's a miracle!" my mother …show more content…

"God saved me, mom. It truly is a miracle and when i recover i want to go straight to church." I replied. My mother couldn 't believe it. She grabbed my hand and told me she loved me. "We all prayed for you son." My dad said trying to hold in his tears. My brother was too young to fully understand what had happened to me, he was just glad I was alright. After several surgeries, a year of being in a wheel chair, and physical therapy I could finally walk again. Of course I was partially paralyzed, slightly limping whenever I got up and unable to run, but it didn 't even matter to me. I felt like a walking miracle. The fact that I was alive was enough, let alone stand on my own two feet. I told my story to everyone. Some people were touched, and some convinced me what I saw was only a dream. Some thought it was just luck. Regardless of what people thought about it, I knew there was a God in the sky. I don 't know who it was who shot the gun that crippled me, but you know what? I forgive him. Not even in the least bit do I wish this never happened to me. I know now that every thing happens for a reason and God has a purpose for what he does. The experience completely opened up my

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