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Amazing Miracles
By Sifu N. L. Nguyen
First time - From a poisonous snake in Vietnam
When I was in fourth grade, I was a very active boy, I grew up in a small town in Vietnam, back then we
did not have a lot of toys to play with.We used to make our own toy out of bamboo, rubber bands and so
on, for play ground, we usually climb the trees and jump down for fun. One time I was in a tree in my
school yard playing, suddenly I heard my friends scream: Snake! Snake!
I looked down and realized that they were pointing at me. I looked around and saw nothing but leaves. I
got scared and didn't know what to do. I didn't want to make any move because I didn't know where the
snake was. After just a few seconds of terror, I was even more frightened when I saw a classmate pointing
a sling shot at me. Before I knew what was happening he shot a rock from the sling shot and hit the tree
limb just a few inches from my left elbow. I saw the snake dropped on the ground below me, dead with
its head smashed. It was a green snake called a "ran luc". In Vietnam there is a saying " if you get bitten by
a tiger snake you will die right away, and if it is a ran luc you will die within the hour".
I knew that God gave my classmate the decision to act, the speed and the accuracy to save my life. There
was no way that any average kid in a panic situation could execute an amazing shot like that without hitting
me. In my mind and in my heart, it had to be the act of God, it was a miracle that He granted to me out of
His amazing love.
Second time - I was almost drowned in the Pacific Ocean.
A few years later, after the snake miracle, when I was about fourteen, my family moved to Phan Thiet, a
city near the beach. I love to swim in the ocean more than anything. One Saturday morning, my friends and
I decided to race to the small island a mile away from the shore. I forgot that all my friends were great
swimmers because they lived by the beach all their lives.
After about an hour of swimming I was tired and the island still looked so far away. I knew that I would
not make it to the island so I decided to go back. Just a few minutes later, I was out of breath and
completely exhausted. All the muscles in my arms and legs gave up, I tried to swim but went nowhere. I
started to sink and choke because water had entered my nose and mouth. In that incredible frightening
moment, a big hand grabbed my right arm from behind. It was the Chinese man who owned bicycle shop
in town. He yelled at me:
This area is too deep for you out here ? Go back to the shore!
He began throwing me forward until I reached the sand under my feet. I turned and said thanks to him but
he had already swam away.
I kept thinking about that story, and tried to analyze what had really happened. When I almost drowned, I
did not see anyone around to call for help. I did not know where this man appeared from. Again I knew
that was not a coincidence that he happened to be there and saw me and decided to do something. I knew
that God put him there on that day to save my life.
Third time - The deadly epidemic
At 19, like every one else, I left my family and went to a post high school academy to attend a two year
program to become a school teacher. It was somewhat similar to a two year college program in America.
Life was so exciting and beautiful. I was strong and athletic. In addition to my regular 3 times a week
martial arts training, I also ran and lifted weights. I took care of myself and lived a healthy lifestyle. My
friends and many students at the academy looked up to me as a role model due to my physique and
positive attitude. Nobody would have thought that one day that popular, powerful young man could
become seriously ill and almost die in the hospital because of a deadly epidemic.
I thought it was a flu, with all the familiar symptoms; pounding headache, high fever and incredible total
body pain. But the difference was that it was getting worse each day. It came to the point that I had to go
see a doctor which was something that I would never do unless it was an emergency. The doctor thought
that I had Malaria so he gave me a prescription for Malaria and told me to just rest for a few days and I
would be better before I knew it! I went home and took the medicine and my condition became worse. I
even saw blood in my stool. I knew then I was in big trouble with my health.
A friend took me to the hospital and they found that I had Typhoid fever. They told me that I could not eat
any solid food because I had the most serious complication of typhoid fever: intestinal bleeding or
perforation! According to the hospital," intestinal bleeding is often marked by a sudden drop in blood
pressure and shock, followed by the appearance of blood in your stool. A perforated intestine occurs
when your small intestine or large bowel develops a hole, causing intestinal contents to leak into your
abdominal cavity and triggering signs and symptoms such as severe abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting and
blood stream infection (sepsis). Intestinal perforation causes nearly a quarter of the deaths that occur from
typhoid fever."
I was sharing a room with another patient who had the same illness. Through his friends and relatives, I
overheard the most terrifying news: There was an outbreak of typhoid fever in the town where I lived, and
many people had died with symptoms that were not as serious as mine.
One day when I was transported from my room to another facility for testing, I saw my friend mourning
for his wife who just died from Typhoid fever the night before. I saw them together a couple days ago, she
did not look like she was in that kind of condition. I knew that it would be my turn, it was just a matter of
time, and I was devastated. I didn't know why I was still alive. Day after day I suffered the worst agonies
from the illness, I could not sleep, instead, I had horrible nonstop nightmares from high fevers. Blood kept
coming out of me, slowly but continuously. I asked the nurse what are they going to do with me, she said
that I might need a surgery. That was words of terror because I had been told that when it comes to that
point, nobody survived. People in my church started visiting me, they got together and prayed for me.
Some friends in the church came and took care of me for a day or two, these people were so good to me,
I will alway remember them in my life. My uncle, a military chaplain from Plei ku, another province near
my city, heard the news and came and visited me by helicopter. All these activities told me that I was going
to leave this world very soon.
I prayed too, whenever I was awake. I prayed for my family a lot, I missed my family, I was so depressed,
scared, and despaired when I knew that I may not be able to see them again. However, I did not want my
family to know about what happened to me, because my country was in war time. The countryside was
extremely dangerous and my family lived far away. It would take a whole day by bus go through
mountains after mountains to get to Ban Me Thuot the city where went to school. But somebody informed
my family. One day I woke up and my mom was there. I was so happy to see my mom but then I got sad
right away knowing that very soon my mom would have to see me die.
Almost a month in the hospital, my condition got worse and worse. I lost all my muscle mass. I looked
like a skeleton with skin. I was so weak to move or talk, I had to whisper to my mom's ears when I
needed to say something. Even when I needed to drink water, my mom had to help me. On Day 28,
something bad happened, blood just kept pouring out of my body like water comes out of a garden hose.
They rushed me to the emergency room and two doctors took care of me. For the first time I saw people
dying from typhoid fever. I passed out, maybe because of the medicine they gave me. I woke up in the
morning. I saw my mom and many people from the church standing outside in the hall way looking in
through the glass window. I knew they must have heard some bad news. For some mysterious reason, I
felt peace. I felt no pain physically or emotionally. My body was light but with a pleasant feeling like I was
ready to leave everything behind and go. I saw my mom and a few people crying but I was not sad and I
didn't know why.
All of a sudden, I felt my energy come back into my body. I reached for the paper fan and start fanning my
face because the room was kind of hot, then I felt thirsty and I reached and picked up the water cup. I
sipped the water in the awe of my mom and friends.
Some people said with a joyful voice "he is coming back... he is coming back."
I heard my mom cried " thank you...thank you Lord"
The pastor in my church pointed at my face and screamed happily " look, look his face has color again".
After that the doctor came and checked on me. I still remember the surprised look on his face. It was an
incredible moment when the doctor announced that the bleeding stopped and I didn't need surgery. They
took me back to my room. I recovered so quickly, and could get up, hold on to my bed and start to walk
slowly. A couple of days later they released me from the hospital. I was finally I allowed to eat solid food
after one month, it was amazing.
That was the third time God has saved my life, now whenever I look back, I have learned so much from
the event. One thing I learned is that God loves me and he keeps saving my life, therefore, he must have a
plan for me.
That was many years ago, now I am in the best shape of my life. God have been blessing me abundantly
with health and life in general. I became a fitness and martial art teacher and He is always answered my
prayers in an amazing way.
First time - From a poisonous snake in Vietnam
When I was in fourth grade, I was a very active boy, I grew up in a small town in Vietnam, back then we
did not have a lot of toys to play with.We used to make our own toy out of bamboo, rubber bands and so
on, for play ground, we usually climb the trees and jump down for fun. One time I was in a tree in my
school yard playing, suddenly I heard my friends scream: Snake! Snake!
I looked down and realized that they were pointing at me. I looked around and saw nothing but leaves. I
got scared and didn't know what to do. I didn't want to make any move because I didn't know where the
snake was. After just a few seconds of terror, I was even more frightened when I saw a classmate pointing
a sling shot at me. Before I knew what was happening he shot a rock from the sling shot and hit the tree
limb just a few inches from my left elbow. I saw the snake dropped on the ground below me, dead with
its head smashed. It was a green snake called a "ran luc". In Vietnam there is a saying " if you get bitten by
a tiger snake you will die right away, and if it is a ran luc you will die within the hour".
I knew that God gave my classmate the decision to act, the speed and the accuracy to save my life. There
was no way that any average kid in a panic situation could execute an amazing shot like that without hitting
me. In my mind and in my heart, it had to be the act of God, it was a miracle that He granted to me out of
His amazing love.
Second time - I was almost drowned in the Pacific Ocean.
A few years later, after the snake miracle, when I was about fourteen, my family moved to Phan Thiet, a
city near the beach. I love to swim in the ocean more than anything. One Saturday morning, my friends and
I decided to race to the small island a mile away from the shore. I forgot that all my friends were great
swimmers because they lived by the beach all their lives.
After about an hour of swimming I was tired and the island still looked so far away. I knew that I would
not make it to the island so I decided to go back. Just a few minutes later, I was out of breath and
completely exhausted. All the muscles in my arms and legs gave up, I tried to swim but went nowhere. I
started to sink and choke because water had entered my nose and mouth. In that incredible frightening
moment, a big hand grabbed my right arm from behind. It was the Chinese man who owned bicycle shop
in town. He yelled at me:
This area is too deep for you out here ? Go back to the shore!
He began throwing me forward until I reached the sand under my feet. I turned and said thanks to him but
he had already swam away.
I kept thinking about that story, and tried to analyze what had really happened. When I almost drowned, I
did not see anyone around to call for help. I did not know where this man appeared from. Again I knew
that was not a coincidence that he happened to be there and saw me and decided to do something. I knew
that God put him there on that day to save my life.
Third time - The deadly epidemic
At 19, like every one else, I left my family and went to a post high school academy to attend a two year
program to become a school teacher. It was somewhat similar to a two year college program in America.
Life was so exciting and beautiful. I was strong and athletic. In addition to my regular 3 times a week
martial arts training, I also ran and lifted weights. I took care of myself and lived a healthy lifestyle. My
friends and many students at the academy looked up to me as a role model due to my physique and
positive attitude. Nobody would have thought that one day that popular, powerful young man could
become seriously ill and almost die in the hospital because of a deadly epidemic.
I thought it was a flu, with all the familiar symptoms; pounding headache, high fever and incredible total
body pain. But the difference was that it was getting worse each day. It came to the point that I had to go
see a doctor which was something that I would never do unless it was an emergency. The doctor thought
that I had Malaria so he gave me a prescription for Malaria and told me to just rest for a few days and I
would be better before I knew it! I went home and took the medicine and my condition became worse. I
even saw blood in my stool. I knew then I was in big trouble with my health.
A friend took me to the hospital and they found that I had Typhoid fever. They told me that I could not eat
any solid food because I had the most serious complication of typhoid fever: intestinal bleeding or
perforation! According to the hospital," intestinal bleeding is often marked by a sudden drop in blood
pressure and shock, followed by the appearance of blood in your stool. A perforated intestine occurs
when your small intestine or large bowel develops a hole, causing intestinal contents to leak into your
abdominal cavity and triggering signs and symptoms such as severe abdominal pain, nausea, vomiting and
blood stream infection (sepsis). Intestinal perforation causes nearly a quarter of the deaths that occur from
typhoid fever."
I was sharing a room with another patient who had the same illness. Through his friends and relatives, I
overheard the most terrifying news: There was an outbreak of typhoid fever in the town where I lived, and
many people had died with symptoms that were not as serious as mine.
One day when I was transported from my room to another facility for testing, I saw my friend mourning
for his wife who just died from Typhoid fever the night before. I saw them together a couple days ago, she
did not look like she was in that kind of condition. I knew that it would be my turn, it was just a matter of
time, and I was devastated. I didn't know why I was still alive. Day after day I suffered the worst agonies
from the illness, I could not sleep, instead, I had horrible nonstop nightmares from high fevers. Blood kept
coming out of me, slowly but continuously. I asked the nurse what are they going to do with me, she said
that I might need a surgery. That was words of terror because I had been told that when it comes to that
point, nobody survived. People in my church started visiting me, they got together and prayed for me.
Some friends in the church came and took care of me for a day or two, these people were so good to me,
I will alway remember them in my life. My uncle, a military chaplain from Plei ku, another province near
my city, heard the news and came and visited me by helicopter. All these activities told me that I was going
to leave this world very soon.
I prayed too, whenever I was awake. I prayed for my family a lot, I missed my family, I was so depressed,
scared, and despaired when I knew that I may not be able to see them again. However, I did not want my
family to know about what happened to me, because my country was in war time. The countryside was
extremely dangerous and my family lived far away. It would take a whole day by bus go through
mountains after mountains to get to Ban Me Thuot the city where went to school. But somebody informed
my family. One day I woke up and my mom was there. I was so happy to see my mom but then I got sad
right away knowing that very soon my mom would have to see me die.
Almost a month in the hospital, my condition got worse and worse. I lost all my muscle mass. I looked
like a skeleton with skin. I was so weak to move or talk, I had to whisper to my mom's ears when I
needed to say something. Even when I needed to drink water, my mom had to help me. On Day 28,
something bad happened, blood just kept pouring out of my body like water comes out of a garden hose.
They rushed me to the emergency room and two doctors took care of me. For the first time I saw people
dying from typhoid fever. I passed out, maybe because of the medicine they gave me. I woke up in the
morning. I saw my mom and many people from the church standing outside in the hall way looking in
through the glass window. I knew they must have heard some bad news. For some mysterious reason, I
felt peace. I felt no pain physically or emotionally. My body was light but with a pleasant feeling like I was
ready to leave everything behind and go. I saw my mom and a few people crying but I was not sad and I
didn't know why.
All of a sudden, I felt my energy come back into my body. I reached for the paper fan and start fanning my
face because the room was kind of hot, then I felt thirsty and I reached and picked up the water cup. I
sipped the water in the awe of my mom and friends.
Some people said with a joyful voice "he is coming back... he is coming back."
I heard my mom cried " thank you...thank you Lord"
The pastor in my church pointed at my face and screamed happily " look, look his face has color again".
After that the doctor came and checked on me. I still remember the surprised look on his face. It was an
incredible moment when the doctor announced that the bleeding stopped and I didn't need surgery. They
took me back to my room. I recovered so quickly, and could get up, hold on to my bed and start to walk
slowly. A couple of days later they released me from the hospital. I was finally I allowed to eat solid food
after one month, it was amazing.
That was the third time God has saved my life, now whenever I look back, I have learned so much from
the event. One thing I learned is that God loves me and he keeps saving my life, therefore, he must have a
plan for me.
That was many years ago, now I am in the best shape of my life. God have been blessing me abundantly
with health and life in general. I became a fitness and martial art teacher and He is always answered my
prayers in an amazing way.
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IF YOU DECIDE TO ACCEPT JESUS TO BE YOUR SAVIOR, PRAY THIS SIMPLE PRAYER Lord Jesus, I know that I am a sinner. Thank you for dying for me and paying the price for my sin. Please forgive me and be my Savior and Lord. AFTER YOU PRAY THIS PRAY. CONTACT A BIBLE TEACHING CHURCH IN YOUR AREA AND THEY WILL BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO HELP YOU CHANGE YOUR LIFE THROUGH JESUS . LET ME KNOW SO I CAN REJOICE WITH YOU AND CONTINUE TO PRAY FOR YOU MY BROTHER OR SISTER IN CHRIST. Sifu Nguyen |
GOD SAVES MY LIFE MANY TIMES
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