My Personal Encounter with Angels and a Miraculous Healing
from God
by Victoria Ring
Who would have believed that purchasing a hot tub would lead
to a near-death experience, an encounter with angels and a life-changing event
– but it did.
In mid-December 2007 I purchased a hot tub and had it
installed on my deck. I had never had a
hot tub before and I fell in love with it the first time I used it. I could do water aerobics' and get 30 minutes
of exercise every day. I felt terrific
when I used the hot tub and planned to make it a regular part of my daily life.
However, a few hours after I used the hot tub for the third
time I developed flu-like symptoms. I
layed down to take a nap and woke up with a very high fever. I passed my fever off as the common cold,
took some cold medicine and went back to bed.
During this time, a neighbor called me (which I do not remember) and she
later told me that I was talking "very odd." She suggested that I go to the doctor.
Although I don't remember this, due to my high fever, I
managed to call the next door neighbor and she took me to see my doctor on an
emergency visit. My doctor found that my
temperature was 104-degrees and my lungs were filling up with fluid. He told me to go to the emergency room
immediately – but I went home and went back to bed. (This is only one example of where God
intervened. Most people would have a fried brain running a 104-degree temperature
for several days, but I survived with absolutely no brain damage or brain stroke.)
The next day, December 21, 2007, I was not getting any
better so I decided to go to the emergency room. I called another friend and she took me. I still did not think I was as sick as I was,
but as soon as I entered the emergency room at Grant Hospital in Columbus, Ohio
the security guard got up and put me in a wheelchair. He also took me to the admitting room without
any wait time (which I found to be strange.)
During admission I remember telling the intake worker, "I hope I am
not taking up your time unnecessarily."
The intake worker said, "You have got to be kidding. We have people
come here for a hang nail – but lady – you are sick."
I don't remember much after that because I went into a coma
for three weeks. But I found out later
that my kidneys had shut down, I had respiratory failure due to Legionnaire's
Disease (caused by a reaction between my diabetes and the chemicals in the hot
tub) and the doctor reported to my primary care physician that I was expected
to die. To make matters worse, on
January 3, 2008, I contracted MRSA (Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus) as well as Hepatitis-C from
the hospital staff spreading it from patient to patient. Although the Hepatitis-C was treatable, the MRSA
alone could have killed me within 24-hours.
However, I now know that God took me to this level of near-death
to demonstrate His intervention. There
was no medical reason for me to live and this provided a true witness to all
the physicians and medical staff of His power when I came out of the coma and lived.
The Angels Appeared
Just before I came out of the coma I looked above me and two
angels appeared. They were visible from their torso up and they were touching
shoulder to shoulder. The angels were
pure white, gleaming and shining as bright as the sun on freshly fallen
snow. I was not blinded by the light
because it was so pure and perfect. The
angels were men. They did not have wings but had bodies like you and I. The only difference was that everything about
them was pure white. Their hair. Their skin. Their clothes. Everything was shining a beautiful pure white
that comforted me. I felt no fear. Just a peace like no other. I remember smiling at them and suddenly I
woke up from the coma.
As soon as I woke up I heard doctors and nurses yelling
"This is a phenomenon. She's
alive." Then suddenly I was
surrounded by a whole bunch of people passing me from table to table, cleaning
me up, turning me every which way but loose – and I don't know what else since
I was still in a daze. People also started
asking me silly questions like who the President was and the date. Later a nurse said I replied: "Who
cares?" and everyone got a chuckle out of my response.
The next thing I knew was being transferred to the 9th
floor which is the intermediate intensive care at Grant Hospital. People told me that it was 2008 and I had a
hard time accepting that since I entered the emergency room in 2007. I do remember people trying to write the date
on a white board but whatever they wrote looked like the scribbling of a child. I also was unable to talk because they had
not inserted the piece in my tract that allowed my voice to be heard. For the first several days I had to
communicate with motion because I was still too weak to write or form
sentences. Of course this didn’t work
most of the time and I cannot begin to tell you how frustrating this time
period was for me.
Finally they inserted a voice box into the tract in my
neck. I could now talk and
communicate. For the first time I saw
how important my voice was and I began to learn not to take anything for
granted again. As soon as I was able to
talk I began glorying the Lord. I told
everyone who came into my room (including the people who dumped the trash)
about the two angels that appeared to me.
I witnessed about Jesus Christ and everyone could see the joy and
happiness I had for Him bringing me back to life. The reaction from people was mixed, but I
didn’t care. I was so happy to be alive
and so glad that God had a purpose for me that I continued to witness until I
was discharged from the hospital on January 26, 2008. Now I am witnessing through this article
which I hope is published for millions to read.
The Healing Continues
During my two-week stay in intermediate intensive care, many
doctors and nurses visited me. They said
they had taken care of me during my coma and had heard of my miraculous
recovery and wanted to see it for themselves. Everyone who visited me said they
were amazed at how quickly I recovered and of course this gave me another
opportunity to witness about the healing hand of Jesus Christ.
But one miraculous incident occurred that literally scared
two nurses who came to visit me on the 9th floor. The nurses said they had come by to check on
my ear. During my coma they said that I
had moved my head and a piece of my earlobe was accidentally cut off. They had brought up medication to put on
it. I looked at them and said,
"There is nothing wrong with my earlobes." The nurses pulled my hair back and saw that
both my earlobes were perfect. There were
no cut marks or any signs of previous problems.
The nurses looked at each other and left the room. They never returned.
Each day that passed brought another healing. One day I was unable to stand and the next
day I was able to stand and walk. The
next day I was able to sit and read and the next day I was able to wash myself;
and the healing continued. My physical therapists, speech therapist, RNs, techs
and others who took part in my care continued to be amazed at how quickly I was
healing. Everyone that monitored my care
said they had never seen someone recover so quickly. Some people tried to give me the credit for
my quick healing. They said I was a
"determined lady with a strong will."
But I never gave credit to myself. The credit was given to the Lord Jesus Christ
– the one who deserved the glory. I
deserved nothing and I made sure people knew it.
On January 26, 2008 – only 16 days after I came out of my
coma, I was able to be released from the hospital. A good friend of mine (with nursing home
experience) came and lived with me for two weeks after I returned home. The first three days I had to wear diapers
and was totally bedfast. But on the
fourth day I was strong enough to pull myself up on the walker and use the
bathroom myself. (Remember to never take
anything for granted.) At the end of two
weeks my friend returned to her family and I was able to drive my car and take
care of myself in my own home.
Summary
This experience was certainly a life-changing event for
me. The first major change was when I
stopped smoking cigarettes after 33 years.
I had no withdrawal symptoms and God completely healed me of this
addiction. Secondly, I have learned to
appreciate the "little things" and I thank God daily for them. Things I used to take for granted, like using
the bathroom, taking a shower, standing and making a sandwich, walking across
the floor and driving my car are all things that I now treasure and thank God
for the ability to do.
I also know (beyond a shadow of a doubt) that God allowed me
to live for a purpose. I pray every
night and ask Him to keep me focused on the path He wants me to take and to do
whatever it takes to please Him. One
thing I do know is by writing this article, I am sure it is one of the purposes
God had for me. Thanks to the power of
the internet, I am able to share my true-life experience with others and
perhaps it will increase their own faith and personal relationship with Jesus
Christ.
Finally, I invite everyone reading this article to visit my
Christian website and pick up your free gift, read other Christian articles as
well as my award-winning poem on the front page at
http://www.servantofjesuschrist.com. May
God bless you.
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