atrick Taylor believes God saved
his life. After he was critically injured when hit by a car, his brain swelled
so much his doctors feared they might have to surgically remove part of it to
save his life. Then, miraculously, the swelling subsided, long before the
doctors said it would. Taylor's
wife, Sue, remembers, 'That's the first visible sign I had that somebody bigger
than me was taking care of this." But even after Taylor came out of his coma, doctors
predicted he might be blind, partially paralyzed, or have severely limited
mental capacity. Members of the healing group at his church.
Holy Comforter, Richmond,
prayed regularly for his recovery, visiting the intensive care unit three or
four times a day. This past summer he completed his last months of
outpatient rehabilitation, and he continues to progress. He is now coaching
youth soccer, and he has, relearned how to play the guitar. "I'm thankful
I was saved," Taylor
says, "and I'm enjoying people's love." (1993)
His Poem:
Thank
you, Lord, for saving me.
Thank
you, Lord, for saving our family.
Pray
that I will see You, hear You, understand You,
as
you appear in others and lead me on Your way.