The miracle.

As I stated in the eight things about me that I experienced a miracle several years back.

I'll start off by saying I'm not a religious person in the traditional sense. I am also skeptical to the extreme. So what happened to me took a while to sink in.

When I was 21 years old I got extremely ill, the doctor told me I had Type I diabetes and immediately put me on insulin. I had to stay in the hospital for nearly a week until I stabilized.

The next couple of years were rough, despite a strict diet, exercise and daily injections I always felt like hammered dog shit. After a while wounds weren't healing, and my body was shutting down.

I was considering going back to the doctor for more bad news.

At that time I had friends staying with me and they wanted to go hiking on enchanted rock.

I figured what the hell, fresh air and exercise might make me feel better.

We drove out and began hiking up the side of the lava dome. I had no energy and it took me twice as long as everyone else to climb to the top.

The friends I was with began acting strange and annoying, one went off to fuck his girlfriend up on a rock and I definiitely didn't want to see that (shudder). Another guy kept babbling on like an idiot so I had to get away.

I started walking across the top of the rock so I could be by myself and try to enjoy the outdoors. I looked down and noticed a huge grey and white eagle or hawk feather. It was almost a foot long. I bent down to pick it up when I spied another one about 5 feet away. I walked over to that one and saw another 5 feet from that one. I decided not to pick them up but instead followed the trail of feathers. There were about 20 in all. They led into a huge cactus patch. I followed the feathers into the patch and was able to avoid getting stuck.

The feathers ended on a steep rock outcrop that looked over the valley below.

I felt exhausted after the walk and decided to lay down for a minute.

Immediately the wind began to whip around me wildly and it roared through my ears.

I tried to relax and ignore the wind. Suddenly I felt pressure on my stomach. For some reason I couldn't open my eyes and whenever I tried to fight it or sit up the wind would would press me back onto the rock.

Suddenly the pressure on my midsection turned to fingers that pressed into my body. It felt as if they were re-arranging my guts.

As soon as it started it ended. The wind suddenly stopped as well. I figured I was delirious from being sick and the physical exertion. I kind of blew the whole thing off.

I walked back down to where everyone else was. We ate the food we packed and headed back into town.

Back at home, It was time to test my blood sugar and take my injection. My blood sugar was low for the first time in months. This was after eating. I couldn't take insulin with my sugar this low so I cautiously waited and checked it every few hours.

I ate dinner that night and my blood sugar didn't rise. Then I noticed that these stubborn cuts that I had on my legs for weeks had scabbed over and begun to heal.

Over the course of weeks and months I began to feel better and regain my strength. To this day 13 years later I haven't had any further problems.

Whatever happened that day cured me from a supposedly incurable disease and quite possibly saved my life.