I'll write for my grandfather, who has already passed on. In the early to mid 1950's, my grandfather had an accident. My father, who was 5 to 10 years old at the time, recalls my grandfather pulling himself up the steps to their shotgun style home in New Orleans. He was admitted to Charity Hospital, where my father remembers being smuggled up the back staircase to visit his dad. It was confirmed that he would never walk again. Despite this news from the doctors, my grandfather prayed fervently through the night. That night, he saw Jesus, shining before him. Jesus encouraged my grandfather with the news that he would walk again. Sure enough, after returning from the hospital, my grandfather shocked the doctors with his gradual, but total healing.
Written by Rebecca, for Joseph (Sr.)


