Felt and Heard an Angel

by Jeanmarie
categories: ComfortComfort   ChildrenChildren  

I guess they thought I was a nut because I just said, “Oh, ok” after the last tester and left as fast as I could.

I had Madison in tow and off we went, out the door, down the hall, to the big metal doors. I pushed the doors open and stepped out into the warm sunshine….‘get to the car, get to the car’. Then all at once I was stopped in my tracks.

I couldn’t take another step. Then I felt love, almost like a hug. Then I heard a voice say, in my head, “Madison will be alright!” Then the hug was gone.

I try and remember this when I feel really down like right now. Madison is much much better after some bio-medical treatments that God lead me to right away. She’s talking in sentences and playing with kids. She’s not 100% but about 65% better. Please pray for her to grow, that’s my big concern now. I don’t want to give her growth shots…Help..pray thanks, Jeanmarie

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Charlotte

on 09/29/07

Rrrr
I have the same second name as your daughter but hers is her first name !
MADISON.
i love my second name.

Praying for MADISON to grow and to be a healthy little girl.

My marks CHARLOTTE_MADISON xx

Keira

on 09/22/08

Beatiful story, hope Madison is well!! :)

Have a Blessed Day!!!

Dan

on 06/02/09

My wife and I went through the same experience you did, without the angel.  Our son, Christian, was also diagnosed with Autism.  People just don’t understand how hard it is to go through all of that.

We were in the same room with 4-5 people, like you said.  It was so overwhelming.  At times, one of them would be talking to Christian, one of them asking my wife questions and one of them talking to me.  All the while, trying to figure out what was going on.  It’s like losing your kid.  All of your goals, aspirations and hope for your child are gone.

That was the worst time for us as a family.  There was a chance, they told us, that he may never talk.  I always thought, if he could just say “Daddy”.  Some sign that he knew about me.  Some kind of bond.  That’s all I needed.  You see, he had me at hello.  I’ve been in love with him since the first time I saw him.

Things have only gotten better since then.  He can talk and we do have a bond.  He’s worked so hard and it has been hard on us.  It’s such a hard journey to go through.  All the therapy.  All the frustration.  All the hurt.

One co-worker summed it up for me one day.  She said, God gives special kids to special people.  I think she was right.

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