I do! When I was 2 1/2 years old I was with my older brother in his friend's bedroom while we visited. My parents were visiting with his and my older brother and his friend were listening to records. The record player was plugged into a drop cord which was draped over the bed. I was supposed to be napping, but as a typical toddler the drop cord was more fascinting. I of course put it into my mouth and also stuck my tongue between the prongs..

The jolt threw me across the room. My parents didn't wait for an ambulance. They flew to the car and my dad drove like a madman to the hospital. My prognosis was not good. My mouth was burned so severely I needed plastic surgery and my tongue had been burned off. The surgeon did a remarkable job but told my parents I'd never speak. Tongues do not grow back.

With severe burms I couldn't eat because of the pain. Mom had to have me gargle with novocaine to even try. We'd just come back from an appointment with the plastic surgeon and Mom put me in the floor to play. She was washing dishes when she heard me trying to sing. She ran over and opened my mouth and there was a tongue! Our church had called Oral Roberts the minister. He'd told my mom that he didn't know how, but he saw me being able to speak clearly. The following week this 'happened'.

Mom rushed me back to the plastic surgeon's office. He picked me up and with tears running down his face took me out to the waiting room and told the story to all his patients ending with, " God fixed what I couldn't!"

I was always in awe of the gift I was given.I took 4 years of French, 3 rears of Spanish, and a year of Latin in high school to prove the minister's words were true....and I've never shut up since! LOL! God is awesome!

I do! When I was 2 1/2 years old I was with my older brother in his friend's bedroom while we visited. My parents were visiting with his and my older brother and his friend were listening to records. The record player was plugged into a drop cord which was draped over the bed. I was supposed to be napping, but as a typical toddler the drop cord was more fascinating. I of course put it into my mouth and also stuck my tongue between the prongs..

The jolt threw me across the room. My parents didn't wait for an ambulance. They flew to the car and my dad drove like a madman to the hospital. My prognosis was not good. My mouth was burned so severely I needed plastic surgery and my tongue had been burned off. The surgeon did a remarkable job but told my parents I'd never speak. Tongues do not grow back.

With severe burms I couldn't eat because of the pain. Mom had to have me gargle with novocaine to even try. We'd just come back from an appointment with the plastic surgeon and Mom put me in the floor to play. She was washing dishes when she heard me trying to sing. She ran over and opened my mouth and there was a tongue! Our church had called Oral Roberts the minister. He'd told my mom that he didn't know how, but he saw me being able to speak clearly. The following week this 'happened'.

Mom rushed me back to the plastic surgeon's office. He picked me up and with tears running down his face took me out to the waiting room and told the story to all his patients ending with, " God fixed what I couldn't!"

I was always in awe of the gift I was given.I took 4 years of French, 3 rears of Spanish, and a year of Latin in high school to prove the minister's words were true....and I've never shut up since! LOL! God is awesome! ..

Sis, you will never know how I've been itching ever since Barbara posted this question, could hardly wait for you to see it.............
You did leave out one of the parts that I especially love, the fact that his name was "ORAL"! Ya think just maybe God has a sense of humor???

" WOW !

Thanks, For Sharing This - Lesa " !

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