Like clockwork, I prayed for Joey. At times, I would even fall to my knees wherever I was and pray fiercely for his protection. Joey had gone through so many thing in his life. some people find it hard to believe when I give them his history.
He was a month late due to a doctors misinformation. I was told at his birth that if I had gone more more day without delivering him, he would not had made it. The placenta had stopped working. At 2 months, he was given a wrong dose of medication which caused him to stop breathing. I ran out of the car with him in my arms, screaming for someone to help me. A man ( an angel) appeared out of nowhere, took him from my arms and brought him back. At 6 months, he got so sick, his temperature rose to 106 and we couldn’t get it down. He was snatched from my arms by a nurse in the ER room. They wouldn’t let us near him. They needed to find out what was wrong. God and the Virgin Mary, once again intervened. I believed it with all my heart.
When he was 14 months old, he got a hold of my mom’s heart medication. A call to poison control and a frightening trip to the emergency room. They brought him back to me again. At the age of 7, he was attacked by a vicious dog while playing outside our home. our neighbor caught a glimpse from her window and ran out with a stick to fight the dog off. If it wasn’t for her, I don’t know what would have happened. The dog was dragging him by the leg down the street. I picked his bloodied body and sped off to the hospital. On the way he said “Momma, I don’t want to die. Am I going to die?”
I lost count of all the football injuries during his high school days. We would joke that a room in the ER had his last name on it. His doctor had ordered an x-ray once because he had pain in his upper arm. The following morning she called me to say they saw a mass on his bone. Fear tore through my body. He needed an MRI immediately. On our way to pick him up to take him to the children’s hospital, I asked his dad to go by the church. I had to light some candles and fiercely pray. He waited in the car. I crawled on my knees crying and BEGGED the Virgin Mary and God to protect him. I implored that whatever this was, would go away and he would be healthy. My prayers once again, were answered. There wasn’t a part of his body that hadn’t been cast, stitched, examined, or prodded. I felt I needed to teach him how to pray for himself, as well.
There were a few car crashes along the way. Once, he totaled his truck so badly that the officers were surprised he walked out. He was transported to the hospital , just to be on the safe side. Only bruises the ER doctor said but “I noticed something in his heart. You might want to take him to a cardiologist.” On the way to the specialist, I prayed again.
“You are on the right track, Cynthia”, I would say. Just keep on praying and no harm would ever come to my children…