[conaire]

when i was 12 years old i was banging on a window of our house and the window smashed, slicing my arm open in the process. i passed out soon after that and only have spots of memories there after for days.

i was brought into surgery where the surgeons did their best but came out and told my mother i had severed the nerves in my arm and had lost the use of it. the doctors decided to transfer me to another hospital where they preformed neurosurgery to see if anything could be done. in the second hospital, on the following day before i went into the surgery for the second operation our parish priest came into see me and did the anointing of the sick, all i remember from this was him putting oil on my forehead. then i was brought into the surgery for the second time.

what defies belief is, when they started to operate on my arm the second time they realised that where my major nerves should be located in my arm, they weren't and in their place were minor nerves. where the doctors thought i lost the use of my arm i hadn't, due to some freak of nature that the surgeons had never seen or heard of before. my mother tells me that they came out of the theatre really excited at what had happened, wishing they had cameras in there because it was such an unusual case. after such a traumatic experience all i was left with was a slight difference in one arm to the other, the injured arm feels slightly numb but mostly it's unnoticeable and compared to the other option i'm very grateful.

this is one of my miracle stories.