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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.
(If you are curious about what I am teaching and how God bless me with my
career, click on my website www.ironandsilkcenter.com or just click on the
picture on the left )
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.
(If you are curious about what I am teaching and how God bless me with my
career, click on my website www.ironandsilkcenter.com or just click on the
picture on the left )
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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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A unique weekend getaway that we can pray for each other and share the amazing stories of God's love in our
lives. Also learn how to improve your body and mind with world class instructors who are also born again
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lives. Also learn how to improve your body and mind with world class instructors who are also born again
Christians. Retreats will be held indoor and outdoor in the beautiful sunshine of Central Florida. A lifetime
experience. Unique sight seeing boat tour available.
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