May 9-10, 1977

I was at Grammy and Grampy Champine’s and left to go home. I decided to take route … instead of the usual route. I found myself on a rocky ledge, seemed to be the side of a large building. I was proceeding very carefully, afraid to fall. I came to a grave stone. It was ornate and had a lot of writing and dates on it.


Tragedy, tragedy, tragedy, tragedy written on it.

I realized it was Memorial Day.

I continued on and turned a corner.

I was about to fall, hanging by my hands, groping as I was about to fall, terrified. Then I looked down and realized it was just a few feet down, maybe two or three,  and it was a dirt floor, totally safe. But I didn’t fall.



Sept 24-25, 1980

I was in the hospital to have an operation. Roy was the surgeon. It was to be a big operation, in two places in my body. When I woke up after the operation, I had no pain. But I noticed this big slash where I had been operated on, on my FOOT! I cried out to Roy, “How come I was operated on my foot??? How come on my foot?” There was a wide, ugly slash there. It was on the underside of my foot near the heel.

Genesis 3:15 -And I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your seed and her Seed; He shall bruise your head, and you shall bruise His heel.


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