Hello. My name is Mac Nelson. I’m sixty-one years old and I live in Auburn, Alabama. I have a below knee amputation of my left leg. My amputation was the result of injuries I received in Vietnam in 1967. God has blessed me greatly and I have been able to function with very little restriction in my activities. My hobbies include yard work, deer hunting, fishing, and woodworking. I serve in various capacities in my church. In January 2007, I retired from USDA Natural Resources Conservation Service after forty-one years service as a civil engineer.

Right after my amputation I was concerned that I might not be able to continue doing many of the things I loved to do. But as I adjusted to my prosthesis I found ways to do the things I had to do, and the things that I wanted to do. The approach I adopted was “don’t focus on what I can’t do, but find ways to do what I want with the limitations I have”. I really don’t think much about my amputation any more. Putting on my leg in the morning is just part of my daily routine, like putting on my shoes.

I realize that some reading this may have much more serious amputations that will restrict your lives to a much greater extent than mine. It will be much more difficult for some to cope, both physically and mentally, than it was for me. I just want to tell you, my strength has not been in myself, but in Jesus Christ my savior. When I was enduring the pain of my injury, and then the frustration of trying to adjust to an artificial limb, and I felt no one understood what I was going through, I could turn to Jesus for understanding and comfort. I grew up in a Christian home and read the Bible from the early days of my youth. But I had faced little adversity in my life until I was wounded and lost my leg. That experience put to the test all I thought I knew about God. I found His promises are true. He is with me when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death; His rod and staff do comfort me. (Psalm 23) The Bible says “God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose”. (Romans 8:28)

Reflecting on my life to this point, I have to say this promise also is true. My amputation guided me into a career ideally suited to my talents. My closest friends have been among my coworkers. And I feel my experience has been an encouragement to others facing difficult circumstances, at least I hope so.

If you have experienced an amputation, I pray for healing and continued good health of your body, a positive attitude, and a comfortable and good functioning prosthesis if you chose to wear one. I encourage you to look to Jesus Christ for strength that exceeds the strength that any of us possess. If you don’t know Him I encourage you to find someone to tell you about Him. You will be blessed in ways you never expected.

As a young boy growing up in Auburn, Alabama, I had it made! I was a good kid from a good family and we lived a good life. When the weekend came, I knew where I was going to be….. living the good life at Lake Martin (especially during the summer!).

Little did I know that while I was growing up in this seemingly perfect scenario, I was missing the one thing that I now cherish the most….my salvation! You see, while I was having all this fun, I was absent from church (and distant from God).

I believed in God, and I believed in Heaven, but I didn’t understand what I was missing. We only went to church on occasion. Maybe “Church in the Pines” a couple of times during the summer or my Granddaddy’s Church on Easter, but we didn’t have our own church or more importantly a “church family”.

This wasn’t a problem until I became a teenager. You see, my mom and dad did a great job of teaching me respect, manners, right & wrong, love, and even discipline. However, where the problem occurred is when it came down to the “why?”. As long as I wasn’t hurting anybody else, or as long as mom and dad didn’t find out, I could do anything that I wanted to do….right? WRONG!

I found out that worldly influences yielded worldly behaviors. I thought that growing up included doing “grown up” things such as cussing and drinking. Since I wasn’t part of a church family, these things were socially acceptable with the crowd that I hung out with. I started drinking at age 15. Over the next couple of years, my casual drinking led to binge drinking (consuming large amounts of alcohol in a short amount of time). This affected my performance at school, on the wrestling team, my relationship with my parents, and even my driving.

Close call after close call. I became good at lying and sneaking my way out of most trouble. There were many times that I thought that I was “lucky” to avoid wrecks and arrest. That was until when I was seventeen and a senior in high school and I was arrested for a DUI. I humiliated my parents and even had to car pool to the Senior Prom because I didn’t have a license. Don’t get me wrong, I was still a nice guy, I was just lost.

College only made things worse. The binge drinking became more frequent and so did the near misses. By this time my parents had joined a church and my father accepted Christ as his savior. Despite many attempts to “church” me from my parents and a few others, I still turned to alcohol in a feeble attempt to help find that “missing something” in my life.

I got “lucky” again on August 4, 1989. After a quick night of hard liquor and drinking games, I secretly left a party because I knew that I had too much. After walking over a mile on the train tracks, I stumbled and fell, and then passed out. That night I was struck by a train and had both feet severed, my arm and collarbone broken, my jaw broken, and numerous lacerations. I was “lucky”…right?

I wish I could tell you that I gave my life to Christ that night and I have been a good Christian ever since, but that’s not the way it happened. After several months of healing at my mom and dad’s house, and an additional surgery, I was fitted with prosthesis. I moved back in with my roommates and re-enrolled for college. I did cut back on my drinking and binges, and even started going to church on a more regular basis. Even though I knew I was still missing something, I just wasn’t ready to give up my heart.

After a couple more years of searching, God sent me Holly. Holly and I had both faced our fair share of adversity and only God could have known how much we needed each other. After blessing us with three beautiful girls, God used them to keep us in church and Sunday school. Together we grew closer to God until at last I finally gave my heart and my life to Jesus. This is when things really started changing fast and God’s plan for my life really started to make sense.

God blessed us even more with another girl and two boys, all through adoption. He even entrusted me with great responsibilities such as teaching Sunday school to children, participating in a Prison Ministry, serving as a Deacon, and helping with Mission Friends. Most recently, God has given me this vision for CAST Ministries and has shown me how what I used to consider as my weakness, is now becoming my strength.

The one thing that I was missing the most in my life was a relationship with Jesus Christ. It is so clear to me now, that it was never “luck” that saved me. Luck had nothing to do with it. It has always been and forever will be God’s grace and God’s mercy that saves and sustains me. And even though I still love to go to the lake on the weekends, I am careful to make sure that Christ comes first in my life and even more importantly the life of my kids. If Jesus loved me even as a sinner, how much more does He love me now! Thank You God for giving me the “good life”.

Your grateful and faithful servant.

My name is Gary Summers and I am 54 years old. I am married to a wonderful Christian wife Trudy for 31 years. We have two grown children Lori and Troy.

I haven’t always been a Christian, I didn’t accept Christ into my life until I was 32 years old . I knew something was missing in my life and when I realized what my wife and children really meant to me God showed me a better way to live and serve Him. I have always loved to help others in life so I was at home doing for others at church and in the community. Then four years ago after learning and doing Gods work I came to a bend in the road . I had been in situations before and God saw me through them . This time the bend in the road had a head-on collision about to happen and I was not expecting to meet my maker this soon .

April 26,2003 I was riding my motorcycle on a back country road when another motorcycle came at me on a curve on the wrong side of the road, striking me head – on. As soon as I flipped over the handlebars and landed in the ditch I raised up and asked God to help me now and to send help. My left leg was hurt and turned the wrong way, but I was not in much pain. I didn’t get knocked out, I had my helmet and leathers on. Know other injuries seamed to be other than my leg. I looked for the other man who hit me, he was laying face down in the pavement in a pool of blood not moving , with no helmet. That’s when two nurses jumped out of a car and began to help both of us and called 911. I called them our angels.

Within 20 minutes they had two life-flight helicopters there with EMTs. We were 25 miles from the nearest trauma hospital. I have not been able to understand why such a peace and calmness came over me other than God had prepared me for this time in my life. I knew I was ok and just had a broken leg. In 6 weeks or so I would be good to go again.

Two weeks passed in the hospital & rehab was going good. I was able to witness with others on the same floor I was on. The man that hit me was alive and doing better with a head injury, broken arm. God had saved him to. I was not mad or upset with what happened. I was just thankful to be alive and the other man was going to live as well.

The Saturday morning at the end of two weeks I was to go home. Trudy came and loaded all the things in my room and was waiting for the doctor’s to release me we were planning what I would be able to do when I got home. The nurse came in a said I had a fever and the doctors would be in to talk with me. Trudy looked at me and I had been so up beat that morning that I didn’t know I had a fever. We sat and prayed to let God know we were thankful and that this was another time of trusting and being patent. The doctor said that I was not going home and more test needed to be done to make sure of no infection was in my leg. Two days later after de breading my leg three times the doctor said they would have to amputate my left leg above the knee to save my life. Wow!!! What now God am I to do!

Trudy called my Pastor and family for prayer. The surgeon came in the next morning and wanted me to sign release forms so they could take my leg off. It was early and my best friend was there and didn’t know what they were going to do. He watched as I signed the forms and I said thank you to the surgeon as he left the room . Trudy was on her way in when Billy said do know what you just signed for them to do to you ? I said yes and God is going to take care of me . Again the peace and calmness came over me and Trudy . The God of comfort was there in the room with us . The nurse was in to make sure I was taking it ok and I asked how soon would it be done . In three hours later I was short one leg , but had an unspeakable joy about me that only God can give you . I was alive and still here to praise Him and give Him thanks.

Later that night after the amputation the same nurse that seen me that morning came in my room after her shift was over and asked if I was ok . She said in her many years of nursing she had never seen a person go through what I did and not be upset with God and the world . At first she thought the pain medicine had kept me calm , but by now she said she could see Gods spirit in me comforting me in my time of need. She asked me how to get this faith of believing and trusting God with your whole mind & body. I prayed with her before she left to go home . I believe God will use you when you let go and let God.

Four days after getting home from the hospital , I got a call from Ohio Willow Wood Company who makes legs for amputees all over the world . They are headquartered in my home town and I didn’t know they had a test patent program . They wanted to know if I would interested in being a test patent for them . Is this a God send ? I said yes and after three months of being fitted and learning to walk again I went back to work at John Deere Co. My recovery has been faster than most from what I know now . They said most amputees take 8 months to a year to recover and then most don’t go back to work . God has a plan for my life and as I decrease and let Him increase in my life he takes me to higher expectations in helping others giving them the same comfort He has given me.

I have not slowed down much since my amputation. God has given me a tool to use to help others that have gone through traumas . I have bought another motorcycle with sidecar and God has let me use that as well to reached others for Him . I have been active in 2006 riding a bicycle across America for two months with Amputees Across America for 3500 miles. In doing so I have peer counseled with 3000 + people in rehab centers across America. From L.A. to Florida. My love for God , family and church has given me a greater outlook on life . I know I need to share how God can help you overcome a trauma of this kind and help others regain the determination it takes to live a fulfilling life in Christ.

2 Corinthians chapter 1 verses 3-7

Philippians chapter 4 verse 13

Romans chapter 8 verse 18

Romans chapter 12 verses 1-21

Your Brother in Christ.

Hi, my name is Buster Webster and I grew up in a middle class home with 2 sisters and a brother, our mother took us to Church regularly. When I was 10 or so I gave my life to Christ. I will never forget the battle that was there on that pew I sat in, the devil was there in church pulling me, wanting me to stay in that pew but the Holy Spirit was also there asking me to go forward. When I stood in the isle to go forward, it was just me and Jesus the devil had left. I went down and talked to Brother Robert and asked Jesus in my heart and I was crying and could not stop. I was so sorry for the sin I had in my life. But there were also tears of joy because I knew I had been forgiven and I was sure of this. I continued to go to Church for 3 or 4 more years and for some reason I stopped going. I guess I stopped looking at Jesus and started looking at what the world had to offer. My father and I started fussing and fighting a lot, he was hard on me but now that I’m a father I see why and realize I was hard on him. I started doing drugs, smoking dope, pain pills, drinking ect. My grades in school were dropping so I quit school in 10th grade and went to work. During all this time I still felt God’s presence in my life but did not acknowledge him. When I got in trouble I would call on him and I stayed in trouble a lot with everybody including my parents, bosses and the law. I went through lots of jobs, one of them was a garage door manufacturer and was cutting door panels and got my hand caught in a table saw. It cut off parts of 3 fingers and badly cut a fourth one. My hand looks like I’m shooting a bird. People pick on me about this but that’s ok I know they are just doing it in fun. At this time I’m about 22 or 23 years of age, my girlfriend and me are living together and she gets pregnant and she asks me to stop doing the drugs because we’ve got a baby on the way. The hardest drugs I stopped and the drinking and smoking pot slowed way down. Long story short we got married before our son was born three years later we had a daughter and I see all that God has blessed me with and start going back to church. I rededicated my life back to Christ he is so good to me and I plan to serve him the rest of my life and stay away from the bad influences of this world. If you would like to talk to me, please contact me.

I was born again as a child of God when I was 5 years old by my Dad who was a Baptist Pastor. I’ve been serving my heavenly Father all my life except a few periods of minor rebellion. My husband, Josh, and I were married on February 9, 2001. Our first son, Will, was born in September 9,2001, and our second son, Paul, was born on October 25, 2002. On July 19, 2007 I became ill with what I thought were flu like symptoms. Taking a few days to just get some rest – my fever spiked considerably and I was taken to Lynchburg General Hospital on July 22nd.

Upon getting to the hospital, I began feeling better as they had started me on IV fluids and prepared me for a CT scan – that’s then the pain hit and my blood pressure bottomed out! It was a pain like I’ve never felt before, worse than childbirth. At that point, they rushed me into ICU for emergency exploratory surgery to find out what was causing the pain … I went to sleep that night not to wake up for two weeks.

The emergency surgery brought no answers to my family and that night they were told by the doctors to come say their final goodbyes. I did make it through the night, but on Monday morning my heart stopped twice, my blood pressure dropped and there was nothing the doctors could do to stabilize it.

Finally, the problem had been determined – an ecoli infection had gotten into my bloodstream and it was causing all my organs to shut down one by one. For several days my family did not know whether I would live or die, then, God gave the doctors the idea to start running me on dialysis. IT WORKED! I slowly began improving, but was still very sick. Through another miracle, God opened the doors of MCV hospital in Richmond, VA where they had a 24 hour dialysis machine – which I desperately needed. Soon after I was airlifted to MCV, the doctors had to remove both of my legs above the knee for me to fully recover.

When I finally awoke, I could not move any part of my body due to the muscle mass I had lost. Total, I spent 3 months in 4 different hospitals as God brought me back to life. Even though this was quite a journey, our family firmly believes the REAL journey is just beginning, because God is not finished with me yet!

Love in Christ,

Susan Bailey

Jeremiah 29:11

I was born into a military family. I never attended the same school two years in a row when I was growing up because I was always moving as my father was a career man in the United States Army. I did have a lot of memories of being in church as a youngster and also going to Vacation Bible Schools.

I played saxophone in school bands ever since the 7th grade. When I was 14, I moved from New Jersey to live with my grandparents here in Montgomery. Alabama so I could be in marching band when school opened that year. My father was due to retire from the Army that upcoming January so my family thought it would be easier for me to come here 5 months early.

It was during that time that I attended Rigby Street Baptist Church. I remembered going to VBS there earlier in life so I thought I would go back to church. My uncle and aunt attended church there so that made it easier for me too.

I remember falling under conviction under the preaching of God’s Word and feeling the wooing of the Holy Spirit calling me to salvation. I wish I could say I went down the aisle the first time I felt it, but something, maybe fear, kept me from doing so. Week after week, I would grip the pew in front of me and wanted the service to just be over. Finally, one Sunday morning in late August of 1975, I surrendered and went to the altar. I was greeted by the pastor, and also by a kind gentleman named Henry Richards. He took me down the scriptures in the book of Romans and led me in the sinners’ prayer. I remember the relief I felt in my spirit as I became a member of the family of God. Later that night in the evening service, I was baptized.

I enjoyed being a part of the youth of the church. In the following months, I began to grow and felt a hungering for knowledge of God’s Word. I went to Sunday School and Training Union. Every opportunity I had to hear and grow from God’s Word, I took advantage of.

By the time I was 17, I felt uneasy again. I felt a strong compulsion to share the Word of God and went to the pastor. He recognized that God had a calling on my life and discerned that I had a gift for communicating truth. So the church gave me a Sunday School Class. It was an adult class and that intimidated me at first until I began to realize God had truly gifted me with the ability to share spiritual truth. I graduated high school in 1978 and still had a feeling of uneasiness. Somehow teaching just didn’t fill the void I was feeling. In my heart I knew God was calling me to preach but I didn’t feel qualified or worthy of that calling. I began to seek counsel from several pastors I knew and they shared that if God was indeed calling me to preach, I would know it. No one would have to tell me. I would know it from God. I surrendered my life to the gospel ministry in October of 1979. The pastor let me preach my first sermon that night. I didn’t comprehend just how the love of preaching would grow in my life. At the time I was attending Auburn University of Montgomery and was studying computer science. I hadn’t thought much of my training, but my pastor counseled me about either attending a Bible College or seminary. He even took me to Central Baptist College of Conway, Arkansas to consider. After a little consideration, I decided to attend there.

I made some special friends at CBC. It was so great going to a christian college. It was a small school. Most of the professors were pastors of local churches there in central Arkansas. My knowledge of scripture really took off. I graduated in May of 1984 with my wife Sandy who I had married the year before. My first church was a little country church in Patterson, Arkansas. I was ordained in October of 1983 while I was in my senior year at CBC.

After graduation, I moved to Mobile, Alabama to pastor a church. That was quite a learning experience for me. You see the church had suffered a tremendous split before I came. I tried to convince the congregation there that a move to another location and name change would help the situation. I wish I could say the church heeded me, but they didn’t. That same church today does exist in a new location and seems to be doing well. In 1985, I moved back to Montgomery. I was asked to serve as associate pastor at my home church here. It was during this time, that I found out I had diabetes and high blood pressure. I wish I could say that I took it serious enough to care for it properly, but at the age of 26 you think you are invincible. This would come to cause me problems at a later age.

My daughter was born in September of 1987. She was truly a joy to me. At the time, I was pastoring a small rural church in Evergreen, Alabama. It was shortly after this that I had one of the darkest moments of my life. My wife after eight years of marriage decided she didn’t want to be a pastor’s wife anymore. Without much warning, she left me and divorced me. This really devastated me. I didn’t know how I was ever to be a pastor again. Because many churches interpret I Timothy in the new testament and especially the “husband of one wife” scripture, my opportunities would be very limited. I began to question how God would ever use me.

It was during this time, God sent me Kimberly, my wife of now 20 years. She has a heart for ministry and for God. She has been next to my salvation the greatest gift of my life. I sang in several gospel groups and would preach in nursing homes, or wherever God granted me opportunity. I really tried to find any avenue that I could to serve God in proclaiming His message.

In 2001, I got a job with the State of Alabama. The pay wasn’t all that great but the insurance was tremendous. Little did I realize how much change my life was about to go through especially in the area of my health. Because I failed to really take my diabetes seriously, I began to suffer consequences of that attitude. Here are just a few of the things I went through:

• 2001 Diagnosed in the early stages of renal disease
• 2002 Suffered charcot in my right foot
• 2003 Suffered diabetic retinopathy in both eyes
• Had two vitrectomy surgeries in left eye and one in right
• 2003 Complete reconstructive surgery of right foot
• 2004 Suffered charcot in left foot
• 2005 Cataract surgeries in both eyes
• 2007 Complete renal failure – Started hemodialysis 3X per week
• 2007 Suffered necrotizing fascitis in groin – Almost died
• 2008 Left foot developed open ulcer – Became infected and had surgery on my foot. This felt two golf ball size holes in sole of foot

In the months following this surgery, my foot would not completely heal. I started wound care. After three months, my foot developed tunneling from the same bacterial infection I had been operated on for back in 2008. The doctor worked on me trying to save my foot. On July 4th of 2009. I went into respiratory distress and went to the emergency room. Three days later, they amputated my left foot below the knee. God was with me because I actually died on the table for 90 seconds, but they revived my heart. After three weeks in the hospital, I went to Health South Rehab. I was determined that this would not beat me. My rehab went so well, they let me go a week early. While I was in rehab, I met Woody and knew that God was in it. I felt He was opening a door for me to minister that I probably would never get in churches.

It is with great joy that I look forward to seeing what God can do through me in this ministry. Currently I am undergoing treatments for my stump to heal and anxiously await when I will be able to get into my prosthesis.

I am a very positive thinker, proud of my faith, love my wife dearly as well as my children. Makes me a little odd these days but God’s in control – what else matters, right?! I appreciate you letting me share a little of my testimony and I pray it be of help in some way. In my short 50 years of life both of my diseased lungs have been surgically reduced, both hips been replaced, my lower spine’s been operated on 8 times with enough hardware in it that it resembles an isle of Ace Hardware! It now has what’s called spinal stenosys and best I can explain it is where the spine is “collapsing” on itself causing it to press on the spinal cord. It’s very painful and my legs are getting very heavy and they’re losing a lot of sensation. For reasons I just explained blood going to my legs pools instead of returning. Because of the blood pooling in my legs ulcers developed. The ulcers on my left leg grew and in May ‘08, or so, they were bleeding so bad that I needed transfusions.

In roughly 8 months I needed 51 units of blood. Also at that time both the vascular and wound clinics at the University of North Carolina Medical Center in Chapel Hill ran out of things to try to stop the bleeding and my leg was amputated. Even though the amputation was the only option left it was a real gut shot. Another strange irony – all those transfusions used to save my life have now damaged my liver and kidney.

With all the health issues I have the amputation has been hands down the hardest to accept and deal with. Maybe due to being told all those years I’d be fine or maybe cause I see the lack of leg where don’t “see” the others, who knows. Sometimes the anxiety gets hard but getting a lot better. I’m not foolish enough any more to think living after amputation’s no big deal. It’s a very big deal and I appreciate you putting this group together and look forward to hearing from you again soon. My wife, Diane, and I will be married 25 years May 2010. We’ve both been Christians about the same length of time and have 4 wonderful children that proudly profess Jesus as their Lord and Savior.

You know us males and how we can be a little hard headed we can be, right? Even though doctors and nurses (especially my home health nurse) all told me how an amputation is not even close to anything else I had gone through. Seemed a little too dramatic to me so I kind of winked and moved on. Holy cow! Don’t think I could have been any more wrong – and in 50 years I’ve been wrong a time or 2!

An amputation is a big deal and puts us in a club like no other and only a club member knows the emotions. I still need help with my limb loss and I hear it’s “normal” (whatever normal is after an amputation!). Thanks again for the chance to share my testimony and your assistance and prayers!

I went to an operation 3 years before 2000 on my right leg, and I lost my big toe, because I had Lupus* and slow circulation when they remove the stitches the wound open and send me back to the hospital this happen total of 3 times, I was in a wheelchair almost 1 year, (according to my physical therapist I should used a cane because I don’t have my big toes and this cause not have any balance). Thanks to God I stand and walk straight and never had to use a cane.

In 1996 while cleaning my yard, I cut myself. A small cut by my ankle got infected and sent me to the hospital for wound care 3 times a week for 3 years. This was getting more complicated my vascular Doctor recommended the amputation for the leg. I told him no because I really think my leg could be saved.

But then one day the pain came strong, every day was a lots of pain my leg start to swelling in such a way that I couldn’t ware shoes any more the pain was so strong I had to sleep in a recliner chair no one can touch that area not even the sheet it was burning, no pulse, I will scream until my voice goes away, it was horrible experience.
But God had a plan!

I was like this for months loosing my appetite loosing hope. One day on a Sunday I call my primary Dr. explain the person who took the call If they don’t amputate I will do it my self in my kitchen I was going crazy this was too much I was thinking to amputate my self not knowing how to make a tourniquet my Dr prescribe anti depressive that calm me until the operation on February 5th 2000.

This year 2000 they amputated my left leg Below the Knee the 1st operation was very good, when was time to remove the stitches the wound open like a flower, this happen 2 more times and 2 more operations this cause to be in a wheelchair for a total of 2 years and at this time I when in to depression because every time they try to remove my stitches the wound open, they send me back to the hospital to cut and re-stitch again and again the Dr didn’t allow me to shower for about 8 months I couldn’t take a shower because trying to avoid infection.

When was time to wear a prosthetic leg the 1st leg didn’t work will scratch my residual limb (stump) open half of the wound stay in a wheelchair for 3 months to heal. This happen with 2 more legs after trying so hard to walk I being to think just stay in a wheelchair they have handicap accessible every ware. But God had a plan!

Finally after 3 different prothetic legs they found a good leg for me this help me to get up from that wheelchair learn how to walk all over again, from their later I learn to run and walk more perfect so I could motivated others like me.
Now after all this God start opening doors: first I was going to one the local hospital by self to visit new amputee and motivated others like me. One day a nurse recommended for me to become an volunteer for the hospital and I did when a patient arrive missing a limb the hospital call me to do peer support thanks to God is been 7 years with the hospital doing peer support. Then another door: open I meet this great person owner of a prosthetic company here in town and shows me a new leg better than what I was using and recommends for me to try but my insurance will not pay for this because was more expensive since my leg cost $10,000 insurance will kill me, so he recommend for me to do a test and give feed back to improve the system I agree since my insurance didn’t have to pay for the leg or the test.

I learn that this new leg is the best for anyone with slow circulation or diabetic is been a great feeling to walk and help others with a system that allows me to be free again.
Then another door open the Amputee Coalition of America help me to become a member and they help to have a support group to help others like me, they supplied magazine and information free for the new amputees and also tell new amputees my testimony to motivate so they could go on with life, now my information is on their website to inform people in the Orlando area that they could get help and support for more info: www.amputee-coalition.org

Now God open another door, I have been visiting churches in town giving my testimony of what God did with my life to motivated congregations and their families.

This year another door: One night a lady aproche me to ask about the leg I was wearing how to get it? I ask what was the problem she said we don’t have insurance they join a company that had a waiting list of 3 years for a Free Prothetic leg and said to her let me call a friend.. Then my friend told me make them an appointment for an evaluation guess what?….. Three weeks later got a new leg Free To God be the Glory!! this people found a girl from their church in need of a new leg and 3 weeks later got another leg to help someone else.
Then this friend that ask me not to reveal his name until the patient arrives at the office, came out with a great idea that came from God to help other like me we start a program to help other without legs people without insurance we give out free prosthetics legs and the therapy to learn to use ther legs. By the grace of God we had been given legs for the past 7 years for Free to patients without insurance….. God is good!!
*I had a condition called Lupus SLE for 17 years and this cause me very bad circulation I went through all this pain, suffering, difficult time. The learning process for bathing, getting dressed, etc., was more difficult, but I thank God because this was the path that he had for me to help others like me, so they did have to suffer like I did. There is Hope and ways to solve this great loss.

I said I had this condition since 2003. My doctors can find the Lupus. I have many blood test for Lupus they can find anything wrong with me. I used to take 23 pills daily, and since 5 years ago all of this is gone, God heal my from this difficult condition “To God be the glory” God heal me no more pills and in such a wonderful way that this is why I do this for the patients, for me is a great pleasure to visit patients at the hospital or there homes and there family. To be there for Peer Support to be their friend. I’m so glad to know the hospital staff and be a volunteer at the hospital and to give me this great chance to avoid patients to go true a real bad depression like I did.

And after all this tremendous experience find out That GOD Had A Plan For Me.

Life sometimes doesn’t make sense. You don’t understand the way things happen that way, but if you let God come into you’re life you don’t have to go what I went through.
For many years, I had been in church since a child, but church wasn’t in my life but God had to wake me up….. this was the way. Guess what, I listen and follow Him. I thank God for His patience with my life.
I remarried about 6 years ago, God sent me a wonderfull friend and great wife. God is Good all the time. All the time God is good!!