A Quadriplegic’s Autobiography by JQuisumbing
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Chapter 1 – He is Real
Though I was not anymore in immediate danger, that is drowning from liquid build-up, my lungs, however, were severely compromised. The doctors said that I needed an iron lung.
An iron lung is a type of negative pressure ventilator (NPV), a mechanical respirator which encloses most of a person’s body, and varies the air pressure in the enclosed space, to stimulate breathing. It assists breathing when muscle control is lost, or the work of breathing exceeds the person’s ability. [from Wikipedia]
My Dad again faced a big problem. The hospital I was in only had one working iron lung and it was already occupied. He called every other hospital in Manila and none were available. Because time was a factor, he used his official position and reached out to the Americans. He told me that as he desperately waited for word, he would go to the chapel and pray like he had never done before. Do you know what? The Lord answered big time. Two iron lungs were loaned to us by the US Air Force at Clark Air Base and by the US Navy at Subic. But there was still a problem. Both iron lungs were built for adults, not for an infant-size body like mine.
Then, from out of the blue, enter an American Pediatrician experienced with polio-stricken kids visiting the hospital I was in. His name was Dr. Bud Hebert. It was he that figured out how to configure the iron lung from crushing my infant lungs. Imagine my one year old body inside an iron tube 7 feet long with my tiny head sticking out of one end. After a week or so, I was out of the iron lung breathing on my own. Many years later, when my family visited “Uncle Bud” (as we called him) at his ranch in California, he was astounded that I was able to hold my breath so long as I swam underwater from one end of his pool to the other. He once said that he was at my hospital by chance. These days, I can honestly say that it was not luck that brought him.
I thank the Lord for my Dad, for he was not just the hero of saving my life. He also had to contend with my other sister (who also caught polio) being hospitalized as well. He had to do this on his own because my Mom was in another hospital across town giving birth to twin sisters while my other siblings were scattered throughout Manila staying with relatives.
You know, it had been a very long time since the telling of this story. Whenever I think of it plus the rest of the miracles that I experienced including what is happening to me today, it is not hard to believe in Him. I may not be able to go to my church anymore and sing out loud in worship, but I can joyfully write…
HALLELUJAH!… For every house is built by someone, but the builder of all things is GOD. (Hebrews 3:4)
I can’t help being emotional like this, however for the rest of this chapter, I must for the sake of you who are skeptical and want a reasonable explanation of my conviction. So, how was the logical part of me convinced that God is not a figment of my imagination or just a desire for Him to be real?
To be continued…
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