Safyre survived the fire because her father protected her by shielding her in his arms. She suffered 75 percent burn to her body, lost her right hand and recently had her right foot amputated.
You would expect the daughter of H.L. Hunt, the late oil tycoon and one of the wealthiest people in the world at the time of his death in 1974, to act a certain way, to move in expected circles, and to maintain an intimidating aura that can shake even the bravest of hearts. This is not the case with June Hunt, the 12th of 14 Hunt children. Witty, charming, kindhearted, and extremely down to earth, her presence exudes peace--not the kind that comes from the world, but the one from the Word of God that surpasses all understanding
When her phone calls went unreturned, the aunt drove to the house and got scared when she found both cars in the driveway. After getting no answer at the front door, she walked around to the back, peering through a window...
Born into a poor family and a culture that frowned on women in the workplace, Daooh decided to dress as a man and do male dominated jobs to support her family.
As daunting as the task of finding the man seemed, Simonarson was up for it. He turned to social media and launched a Twitter account #BuyPens. Within 30 mins, a twitter user @CaptainMaj wrote Simonarson saying he saw the man around his house on a daily basis.
We had no money,” he says, “but between the covers of those books, I could go anyplace, I could be anybody, I could do anything. And, I began to learn how to use my imagination more because it doesn't really require a lot of imagination to watch television, but it does to read …. You have to actually exercise your mind in order to get it to be active and to get it to be creative, and reading is a tremendous way to do that.”
In as much as her condition does not afford her the convenience to do much, Huiyuan's determination to overcome and succeed drove her to use subtitles to teach herself how to read and write.
Instead of stopping to reevaluate her life, Holland continued her romantic pursuits, spending the next two years going to clubs with friends. It was never a sexual thing, she says, but a desire to be found special and desirable. Though by now she distrusted men, she felt she was living a fairy tale in search of Prince Charming, thinking that finding the right mate would complete her.
“Stop believing the lie that someone stopped you,” Thelma Wells says. “Stop blaming folks for you being here. People have to earn your respect and you theirs before you can preach to them. You have to have love and show it to win people and respect.”
Thirty surgeries later, Christian had a reconstructed face--“They made me look like Denzel,” he jokes--but his life was irrevocably changed. He was permanently blind. He couldn’t see his grandchildren or his daughter in her gorgeous wedding dress.
Being a winner at basketball was balm for Yvester’s emotional wounds. At home, he felt worthless; his mother drove home that message. On the court, he was somebody. Friends and family esteemed him, and he fed off of their affirmation. Drinking and drugs were the icing on the cake. First, there was weed, then lines of powdered cocaine, then crack rocks.
May is a very special month for me. Mothers are honored on Mother’s Day, and I celebrate my birthday on the first day of the month--that should answer any questions about how I got my name. I want to seize this opportunity to wish all mothers a very happy Mother’s Day and congratulate them on the difficult but rewarding role of raising children. For those single men raising children in place of their mother, all I can say is you are blessed. Keep up the good work.
I married the girl of my dreams. Life was perfect. I'll never forget the sound of Jennifer's voice coming through the phone, just 5 months later, as she told me she had breast cancer. I was numb immediately. I'm still numb.
Stanley Praimnath couldn’t understand why so many family members were calling him at work. The morning of 9/11 seemed like any other in his 81st-floor office at Fuji Bank, which occupied floors 79 through 82 in Tower 2 of the World Trade Center in New York City. Today, however, everyone wondered if he was OK—but they wouldn’t say why.
In 2006, I was enmeshed in an emotional and mental turmoil that needed divine intervention. When it got to an unbearable level, I was pushed to seek answers from God or continue suffering and smiling. I chose the former as I checked into a hotel room in Desoto, TX and declared a 3 day dry fast.
“… Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day.” (2 Cor. 4:16, NIV).
Saddled with Lou Gehrig’s disease, Scott Brodie is far removed from his days playing basketball, football, and softball. Long gone are health-club racquetball, working out, and coaching the church men’s and women’s softball teams.
Tawana Williams, born without arms, gave her testimony on MannaEXPRESS’ television show in 2009. We caught up with her shortly after Christmas, when she was facing a new and wholly unexpected challenge.
Tawana Williams speaks slowly, then pauses to retrieve the right words. This, she says, is the biggest challenge she’s ever faced—recovering from a “mini-stroke” that seized her ability to speak, which she calls her passion, her reason for living.
Paramedics said Aric Dang would never make it alive to the hospital after he crashed and rolled his car multiple times.
No one who really knows Olena and Emmanuel Ogiozee argues that divine intervention is not for today. That’s because God’s hand was a steady presence through their courtship, through a terrible auto accident just one week into their marriage, and frequently since.
If you ask me for a man that has lived for 108 years on earth, still standing, preaching from the pulpit without a cane, taking no medication, has all his teeth, hair and vision intact, still travelling locally and internationally, I will gladly present Bishop Otis G. Clark. Known as the world’s oldest evangelist, Clark is quick to clasp his strong historical hands together, display an exuberant grin that defies age and lets you know with bright eyes like that of a kid eyeing a Lollipop “I am trying to keep up with the young folks.”
Rosemarie Homan was born with a rare genetic disorder known as ‘Sacral Agenesis’, I had severely deformed legs with feet pointing in opposite directions.
There was no feeling in my legs and, as a child; I was in danger of harming myself. When I was two years old my mother and father, after consulting with many doctors at the Children’s Hospital, decided that the best course of action was to have my legs amputated. This insightful decision by my parents allowed me to lead a fairly normal childhood.
March 30, 1970 - That was the day I graced the world with my presence. Little did I know how tumultuous my life would turn out to be. I was born and raised in San Francisco. My father and mother were both immigrants from China and Hong Kong, respectively. They eventually had five children, but, at that time, there were only my two sisters and me. My younger sister and brother were born four and five years after me. While my mom was pregnant with me, she had rubella (German measles). So I was born completely blind in both eyes. Thank God for his first miracle in my life. The doctors operated and were able to give me sight in my left eye.
James Oladipo Fadele was born on April 5, 1958 to a devout Catholic family in Nigeria. As a child, he used to carry his father's Bible on his head as they went to church on Sundays. There was emphasis on Christian values in his home and Fadele saw himself becoming a Reverend father in the future. His father was a strict disciplinarian and knew the value of education; he encouraged all his children to go to school. Fadele loved school and he excelled in it, especially, in the field of Mathematics. Thus began the foundation for many years of formal education which served him well in his later years.
On August 3rd, 1966, Lisa Duke-Kilmer was born to James and Oleta Duke in Clifton, Texas. The youngest of three children, Lisa was a beautiful baby whose left hand was deformed as a result of polio. Her parents showered her with love to the best of their ability- her mother walked her to and from school every day. Her brother loved her very much and protected her when he was around. According to Lisa, he was always emotionally and physically available for her like her parents were. Her sister was never close to her and they have remained distanced for many years.
During a one day visit to Dallas, Texas, Immaculee Illibagiza, an Ambassador of peace, spoke of her transformation after a horrible walk in the valley of the Rwandan genocide in 1994, where in 100 days 800,000 people were slaughtered. It has been called one of the worst genocides in the world - Rwanda's minority tribe was almost wiped out.
I was born February 15, 1965 to Randall Tucker Alexander and Beverly Kay Glanders. My life started off in West Dallas on the outside of the housing projects. My mother worked full-time for Taylor Publishing Company and part-time for a Barbecue place. My father did not live with us. We saw him only on birthdays and Christmas. I am the third of six children, 4 boys and 2 girls. My family did fairly well with the help of my great grandmother, who stayed right down the street from us. She walked us to church every Sunday.
The life of Sujo John as of today is full of trips to one mission field or the other sharing his testimony and assuring people of the goodness of the God he serves. God has used his ministry to impact hundreds of thousands of people in North America, South America, Europe, Asia and Africa. To date they have had successful crusades and evangelistic events in United States, Canada, Singapore, India, United Arab Emirates, Finland, Norway, Sweden, France, Switzerland, Ireland, England, Romania, Philippines, Peru and Ghana.
I was reared in a typical godly home complete with church attendance whenever the doors were open, family meals around the table every night and only the best Christian education. Papa always worked two or more jobs, and Mamma taught to keep us in private schools. I got into trouble a lot, but it was just normal "boy" trouble (setting fire to the school, etc.), until I turned fourteen.
I wish I recalled sweet aromas during holidays or laughter at family functions during my childhood. Instead I recall crying until I couldn't see while my uncle molested me. For years I kept this secret until I confronted him. We talked for an hour. He had also been molested. The molestation traveled from generation to generation, like a big snake that grows bigger).