I woke up this morning to the realization that "I am a miracle" and that "my life is a miracle". Every morning that I wake up alive is a miracle so I realized I need to share my Christian testimony with you to show how God has been keeping my butt alive. There is no other possible answer for me still being alive.
Keep in mind that, for the first 16 years of my life, we lived in a house trailer and moved a lot. During that time, I lived from Texas to California (including New Mexico and Colorado) to Washington State.
BTW, I had at least 3 or 4 teachers in Colorado who told me that their all-knowing college professors had told them that I was poor because I was stupid, there was no hope for me and I would be poor all of my life so it was a waste of their time to spend any time helping me learn. They all literally told me there was "no hope" for me but God had other plans for me.
Talk about motivation; by the time I graduated from high school almost all of my teachers had convinced me that I was stupid, I could not go to college, and there was no hope for me in spite of the fact that I made a lot of A's and B's in classes I enjoyed, especially in math and science, you know, did better than their smarter students, but God had other plans for me.
I previously told you how God got me into college.
BTW, did I tell you that in 1994, they told me at UNM that I am so stupid I qualify for Mensa and am a two per center because I am among the top two percent of the people on this planet intelligence wise, you know, smarter than most of those teachers' college professors? If I am stupid, does that mean that 98% of the people on this planet, including those teachers and professors, are super duper stupid? What a life, huh? Don't you feel sorry for them being so stupid?
Well, so much for believing stupid college professors because I have a master's degree and, before I got sick, I was very close to becoming a millionaire. ALL of those teachers and their college professors were wrong so question everything you are told. You gather intel and think for yourself.
I became 75 years old on April 13, 2024 and in those 75 years I have had 12 MDs at different times diagnose that I would be dead in two weeks. The first time was when I was less than a year old a doctor told my parents that I would be dead in two weeks. God had other plans.
When I went in the Air Force, I was hospitalized in Biloxi, MS in the fall of 1972, a team of 4 doctors did tests on me including a spinal tap, made a diagnosis, and checked their diagnosis with another team of 4 doctors by giving them the test results without telling those doctors what the first 4 doctors had diagnosed and the second team unanimously made the same diagnosis that I had spinal meningitis, which no one survives, and they all 8 said I would be dead in two. When I recovered, they ALL reviewed the test results and agreed that I had just survived spinal meningitis and should have died because everyone else had died from it. God had other plans.
Am I bullet proof? Only because God is my body armor.
About 6 or 8 years ago another doctor ran a number of tests on me and diagnosed that I had cerebral meningitis, that no one survives, and that I would be dead in two weeks.
About 5 or 6 years ago, I saw two different doctors a few months apart and independently of each other, who reviewed my test results, they both said they would not see me again "because you will be dead in two weeks."
That is 12 doctors in 75 years who said I would be dead in two weeks and that doesn't even scratch the surface of my near death experiences. I LIVE in the hand of God. God decides when I will die.
I am CONVINCED that Satan has been trying to kill me since before I was one year old because he KNOWS who I am and he wants me dead really bad but God has been closely protecting me and keep me alive for more than 75 years. God's hand is definitely resting on me; no question about it.
You don't think so?
I am just getting started and I cannot remember all of my near death experiences. Every now and then I will remember another one.
According to today's MDs, I should have died at least 15 to 20 years ago and, according to that one doctor, I should have died 74 years ago.
During the 6 years that I saw those last 3 MDs, I was seeing my pcp at a clinic with me on Medicaid so that Medicaid would not pay for her to do the medical research to find out what was wrong with me so, with me having studied premed biology, the sports sciences, and sports medicine, I would do the research on web sites set up for MDs to do that research at the CDC and Mayo Clinic because I could read those sites and knew how to do the research. My symptoms had to be EXACTLY the same as described for the medical problem; they couldn't be close or near.
Every time I found a medical problem that matched my symptoms, I would go see her, we would discuss what I found, she ran tests, and we found more medical problems I had.
Other times, we would be talking about my symptoms, she would decide to run tests, and we would find more problems.
You know, maybe we should quit looking?
Keep in mind that most of what we found over about 6 years, were "comorbidities" to the other problems, meaning I had them at the same time, which means they definitely should have killed my butt.
During that period of time, we found I had the 12 following medical problems, all of which kill thousands to tens of thousands of people every year, ESPECIALLY, if they have a comorbidity and they were almost all a comorbidity to each other. Many of my diagnoses were "severe" because I had these other things at the same time, which would have killed almost anyone (I say "almost anyone" because it obviously didn't kill me; you have to realize that, by the time they started running these tests on me, these problems almost had me dead, which weakened my immune system and caused everything to go wild on me. I spent the last 1.5 to 2 years before they began running these tests so sick that all I could do was sleep 15 to 20 hours a day, fix one or two TV dinners, and sit in a chair staring at 4 walls because I was almost dead. I was told that "anyone else would have died at least 3 to 5 years before they began running those tests". - THEIR WORDS) I have learned to laugh at death. Heck, Superman is a candy butt, he is allergic to kryptonite; the sissy.
These are what almost killed me and why:
1) Severely Life Threatening Sleep Apnea: When I was tested for this, my oxygen blood level got down to 59% and anything below 70% is classified as life threatening and will cause most people to go into cardiac arrest and die. I previously had a friend who died when his oxygen blood level dropped below 70%. Therefore, this is classified as "severely life threatening" because it would kill at least 90% of the people before their oxygen blood level got that low.
2) Severe Chronic Fatigue Syndrome: Mine was diagnosed as severe because I fatigue much faster to a point to where I cannot do anything. I went from being a marathon athlete to not being able to work for anyone else for just 10 hours a week and that plunged my butt into poverty. At its worst, my severe chronic fatigue syndrome was so bad I had to rest for 3 days to be able to go to the store to buy food for just me, spend a few hours on one day shopping for food, and rest for 3 days to recover from going to the store. I would spend my entire week resting for and recovering from just a trip to by food for me. That was all I could do for about 2 years. I was just a wee bit ill.
3) Epstein Bar Virus- severe: Epstein Bar kills people every year but mine was diagnosed as severe because it would have killed almost anyone.
4) Toxoplasmosis: This is a bacterial infection most doctors are taught comes from cats but my research proved that better than 90% of the human cases were caused by being exposed to another human who had it and not cats. My body had cured itself of this before they found it and they knew I had it because of the antibodies I had for fighting it. As sick and weak as I was, my body had cured itself and that is stunning.
5) H Pylori: This is a digestive tract bacterial infection that can cause stomach cancer and kill you and the treatment for this is so bad that more than half never complete the entire treatment. I knew better and stuck with it.
6) Influenza A (H1N1 - Pig Flu): This happened when the Pig Flu that killed more than 60,000 in just the US in the first year came out. I didn't even know I was sick until I went to the hospital for something else and their blood tests found the antibodies that had cured me of it, probably a month or so earlier. I was cured before I knew I was sick from a deadly disease.
7) Malignant Basil Cell Carcinoma: I had surgery for this malignant cancer that, if it gets inside your body, will kill you.
8) Malignant Prostate Cancer: I underwent radiation therapy for this, at which time they diagnosed that I had the C-diff listed below that kills thousands of people while they are already in the hospital. We stopped my radiation therapy in the middle of the treatment to treat the C-diff and then resumed with the radiation therapy, when the C-diff was cured. Talk about comorbidity with deadly diseases.
9) Epididymo-Orchitis, severe: This is a bacterial infection of the testicles (normally just one and I had it in both, of course - hey, why go out small) that, if it gets into your lymph system, it will destroy your kidneys and kill you. As usual, mine was so bad they diagnosed it as severe and doubled my medication.
10) Clostridium difficile bacterial infection (C-diff - a "super bug"): This is a bacterial infection I probably got from the hospital while getting my cancer radiation therapy. It kills thousands of people in hospitals every year, especially if they have other medical problems like cancer.
11) Hypervolemic-Hyponatremia (low sodium blood level caused by increased blood water level): This was caused by the prostate cancer caused by my HPV I got from my ex-wife, that restricted my urine flow that filled my bladder that back flushed my kidneys [will eventually destroy my kidneys] increasing the amount of water in my blood [hypervolemia], which force diffuses water into your cells, which causes molecules in the cells to "float" away from each other, which decreases cell functions [causing chronic fatigue syndrome] and, if it gets bad enough, will kill cells, which can kill you if enough of the right cells die. I have read about people dying from that. [Yeah, biology is kind of complex, isn't it?] The hypervolemia automatically causes the Hyponatremia or low salt blood level, which causes salt to diffuse out of your nerve and brain cells, which causes them to not function well, which causes the sleep apnea, which causes cells to not function or recover as well because it causes hypoxia or low oxygen blood level, which causes cardiac arrest, which kills better than 90% of the people who die because of sleep apnea, which also exacerbates the chronic fatigue syndrome and causes severe chronic fatigue syndrome, and just totally screws up your life.
12) Brain damage caused by CPAP equipment failure: One night my CPAP machine quit working and before I could wake up from the hypoxia, my oxygen blood level got even lower than 59%, which almost killed me and caused brain damage that took me about 6 to 8 months to recover from. After that, I used my knowledge in biology, the sports sciences, and sports medicine to train myself to sleep on my sides and not on my back to prevent severely life threatening sleep apnea so I don't have to use a CPAP machine that can kill me. I have been sleeping on my sides for more than a decade and have trained myself so that, before I move, I wake up.
In doing my research for all of these ailments, I never read about or heard of anyone from any MD who got and survived just 3 to 4 of those medical problems. They are all potentially deadly and they all kill people every year just by themselves.
Do you believe me yet that Satan super duper wants to kill me and I am purely alive because of the miracles of God keeping me alive? Do you believe me that, when I woke up this morning, it was another miracle?
Hang on because we are just getting started with Satan trying to kill me because he super duper wants me dead. I am definitely on Satan's kill list.
I went to first grade in Riverside, CA and, without us knowing she had TB, an aunt visited us and infected me at 6 years of age. By the time we left at the end of the school year to move back to Clovis, NM, that bacterium had grown to the size of a silver dollar on my right lower lung lobe without us knowing about it and I still have the scar.
When we left California, my dad took off ahead of us pulling the house trailer with my mom, me, my older sister, and my younger brother in her car a few miles behind him. Back then, the fast way east out of LA was through Death Valley and our car broke down in Death Valley without my dad knowing about it so he went on ahead with the trailer, found a spot, parked it, set it up, and was waiting for us. He knew my mom would get us there.
We spent 3 days and 3 nights in Death Valley getting the car fixed with it being 125+ degrees F in the shade and we didn't have any air conditioning in the motel so I got to suck that hot, dry air into my lungs for 72 hours straight and it killed the bacteria we didn't know I had, saving my life. Yep, it was God's fault again I am still alive.
Before I could start Second grade in Clovis, NM that fall, I had to get a TB test and it was positive. They researched it for a few months and found out that was what had happened. God had cured my TB without us knowing I had it. (Satan gave it to me.)
People, that was in the 1950s when they had no treatment or cure for TB and it could have easily killed me. They didn't have a treatment for it until I was in my late 20s and, "just to be safe" they gave me that treatment in the late 1970s; two decades later.
I kid you not, I have had so many medical problems that when someone tells me they have something like cancer, I want to ask, "What else do you have?" But, I always manage to stop myself out of respect.
When I was about 3, we were living here in Alamogordo, when my mom and dad decided to go fishing at Tularosa Creek about 25 miles from here with a couple of friends and they took all of their kids with my sister being 1.5 years older than me. I was playing alongside the creek when I fell in and I clearly remember being washed down the creek. The current was rolling me sideways so I could see the bottom one second and the top of the water the next second. Those are very interesting memories.
Suddenly, I saw my sister reaching down into the water to grab me so the next time I could see the surface and her hand, I reached up and she grabbed my hand 30 feet before the creek goes underground for more than a mile before resurfacing and she held onto my hand, saving my life, until my dad got there to pull me out. I had a good sister.
By the time I was 12 I had stepped on two rattlesnakes and almost put my hand on a third one, had almost drown twice in rip tides or currents in LA. I have been in two rollover car crashes at about 8 and 22 years of age.
At about 17 I went deer hunting with some idiots I barely knew and we found a deer run up a small canyon so they decided to stake it out with people placed along the sides waiting for deer to run through it. They put an old man with two kids at the top of the canyon in a clearing just before a tree line, where everyone could see them. He decided to go back into that forested area to see if there was anything there, jumped out a buck, and the other idiots opened fire right where he and the kids had been. I was stunned. I was trained better than that. Getting a deer is not more important than someone's life.
After everyone quit firing, I went up to see if any of them had been hurt and met him and the kids coming back out of the forested area, where the buck had gone back in. We talked, with me making sure they were alright, and, being good at tracking, I went to see if I could find and follow the tracks for that buck to see if he had been hit and he jumped out again. Suddenly I hit the ground with bullets crashing through the leaves all around me and the old man and kids still in the open. Those morons had severe "buck fever".
I spent the rest of the day off hunting on my own with someone who knew weapons safety, me. That was twice that I almost got shot hunting deer and I don't even go near the woods during deer season now.
For my Christmas vacation in college in 1968, my dad flew me to Moline, IL, where he lived to spend Christmas with him. I caught a flight from Albuquerque, NM to Kansas City and got there early enough for me to catch an earlier flight to where my dad would pick me up south of Moline. Since I got there, earlier than expected, I phoned my dad who came down and picked me up. We got to his house, he unlocked his front door, and I followed him in as he turned on the TV to breaking news and we stood there watching the plane I was supposed to be on burn.
I previously told you about me almost getting shot down in a C-141 Sarlifter by a SAM-6 as we were landing in Korat, Thailand and the Wild Weasels saved all 126 of our butts by destroying the 6. From what I later found out, we were probably within seconds of turning in a rapidly descending fireball.
It only took a 6 ten minutes to find, track, and get missile lock on a target to fire their missile, which would only take seconds to blow our butts out of the sky. In less than 10 minutes, a fellow ECM wienie testing an APR-46 inside the shop detected the 6, they called the base commander from the shop on the red phone, he activated the two F-105 Thud Wild Weasels on the alert pad, they took off using the long, straight taxiway and not the runway to save time, got up high enough to get a clear shot at the 6, got missile lock on the 6, and ended its mischief saving our butts because God had other plans.
The irony of that is that there were 6 US Air Force bases in Thailand at that time and, if they had chosen any of the other 5, they would have succeeded in shooting down at least a few planes but they chose the only base on the planet at that time that had a Wild Weasel unit on it. At that time, that was the only Wild Weasel unit on the planet.
3 times I have been hit by cars while riding my bicycle and I have no idea how many near misses I have had in decades of riding, racing, and training.
The first time, I was riding my pro bike home from school and some guy turned right in front of me and hit my front wheel causing me to slam into the side of his car. If he had turned just a split second later, he would have hit me head on.
The second time I was riding my Schwinn Varsity home from work when a kid driving his daddy's Mercedes SL hit me from behind. Just before he hit me, he slammed on his brakes, which turned his car just enough sideways that I didn't go into his windshield and just bounced across his hood, destroying the front end of that Mercedes and the sudden acceleration gave me a concussion that took me 6 years to recover from but I did more damage to that Mercedes SL than it did to me; eat your hearts out. I destroyed the front of daddy's car.
After the accident, I stood by the cop looking over the accident scene with the tire skid marks showing where he slammed on his brakes, where he hit me, where I hit the ground, and where he stopped. The cop was totally stunned, told me the guy was doing at least 80 mph in a 45 mph zone when he hit his brakes, and was doing at least 50 mph when he hit me. Then he said, "Why are you still alive?" Hey, God kept me alive. Satan tried to kill me and, just like all of his spawn, he failed.
The last time was when I was riding my bike in a bike lane alongside the traffic lane in Santa Monica, CA, when some idiot started passing me and, before he finished passing me, he forgot he was passing me, and turned right towards a parking area and into me. I slammed into the side of his car, he slammed on his brakes, I slide up the side of his car and hit his side mirror with my left bicep, and flipped forward off my bike. I still have the damaged bicep.
I could write a book on the near misses when racing and training or just fun riding on my bicycles, you know, like almost going over a 300 foot cliff going down a mountain, crashing going down a mountain, almost hitting a herd of cattle going down a mountain, a truck pulling out in front of me and me barely getting behind it with numerous car near misses.
Hey, how about the time I crashed in a corner in the rain and rolled over on my back to see the bottom of the right front end of a Ford Mustang over my head with his right front tire inches behind my head so he almost crushed my head with his right front tire before stopping. Yep, that would have made a mess.
That is just the nutshell version because I could write a book on this stuff. That all tells me that God has been walking right next to me for 75 years. God ain't finished with me yet and that is why I am still alive.
I think the only things I have not almost died on are a boat or a train. Just give Satan a little while and he will probably do that too. Satan has kept God and my guardian angels very, very busy for 75 years. What a life.
People, that does not include all that I have learned from many sources and God has taught me and what I have done in my life and God has done through me. I was told by a number of people that this stupid, hopeless peasant was one of the best in the nation and one of the best in the world in one of the two most popular sports in the world at that time. I competed as an underdog against the best in both and won.
This stupid, hopeless peasant achieved more in his life than ANY of those school teachers or college professors who said there was no hope for me because I was stupid.
Question EVERYTHING you are told and think for yourself.
That is MY Christian testimony; God had other plans for me and He still has even more plans for me.
Also, this blog is part of my Christian testimony telling you what I have learned and God has taught me and with God using me and this blog to teach you to warn you and prepare you for what is coming.
I don't think I have ever seen a movie where someone almost died half that many times.
Do you believe me that EVERY morning I wake up is a miracle?
You have to understand that science CANNOT explain why I am still alive. According to science, I should have died at least 60 years ago and many times since. The only possible explanation for me still being alive is because God is real, He lives, He exists, and the Bible is true. My continued existence is proof that God is real.
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
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