by Marjorie Smith Ward

..Our Little Angel..

..photograph by Sears..

..SEARS..

I urge you to read this and pass it on. This sheet may be copied and passed around, but please leave my name on here.

..thank God..at last it is over..7 long..long years**it was not over**it would be 9 years before everything was taken care of..

..Things are OK..just OK..

For The Love of a Child..

Please read the story about our granddaughter Kristina, the girl in the picture. Your prayers are requested....please read this and pass it on to others..we ask for any churches that can to pray about this..we would certainly like to hear from any of you praying too...

..we had many churches praying....Love..

Contact me at ...E-Mail...

..Peace..

..Pray For It..

Please sign my guestbook on my genealogy page..thank you..

..Diggin for Roots..Genealogy help..my family lines..

There is hope. Sometimes in this troubled world it is hard to believe. I have been going to write this up but have never done so. I got to thinking perhaps this is the right time.

** I wrote this again right after John Kennedy Jr was killed**This is my story.

I feel compelled to pass it on.

I have asked myself all these years. God..What do you want me to do? I hope this will help others.

..I did at one time have a hand written version and I sold patterns..I sent it out with all orders**

When I was 39 I went into the hospital for a hysterectomy. I was rather concerned as years before I had problems. I knew where I was on the day Kennedy was assassinated. I was in the hospital. I'd had to drive myself there after problems from a tonsillectomy. I was hemmorging..

I had problems over the years and was told I was what they consider a free bleeder. Supposedly they had checked further this time. But after a long day and finally being taken to my hospital room being pretty much out of it, I could tell something was wrong. They came and ran with my bed. Back to the operating room.

I recall the doctor being very upset, saying the blood was not ready. There was a second doctor operating this time. I remember one in the room turned out to be my son's friend's father.

My memory is of the room being dark and we certainly know an operating room isn't dark..I felt a power..I knew it was there..could feel it..I knew I was being protected.

In the corner I could just barely see what I describe as a mist, fog. How I could see it I do not know because it was behind me..I did well, they could not believe how I did. I think they were really shocked that I had lived.

Yes, I did have a hard time. I could not do anything right. I could not walk, talk, I did not remember much of anything. I had to learn all over again. When I finally went about a job they had to give me an extra day for training.

I thought I'd never walk right again, but my hubby was sent for some football coach training, learned something, came home, says I know what is wrong with you and I honestly was fine the next day!

For many years I thought about this, asked myself, was I to spread the word about this? I asked myself had this really happened? Or was I simply out of it? I continue to tell myself, no, this did happen, there was a power there. I have no doubts.

I did write up a little story at one time and gave it to a few people. I forgot about this but it always came back. One morning I saw Betty J Eadie the author of Embraced by The Light on TV. I sat down and wrote about this again. **in 2006 I found this book again and read it again.

I wonder if it is possible to see the hospital records, see what they said. Did they note anything, did I say anything?

I shall continue to wonder about this. I wish I could be hypnotized or something and see what would happen.

REMEMBER there is hope there is a POWER greater than we. God Bless..PEACE.

Has anyone else experienced this? I certainly would like to talk to you if you have..