When I was ten years old my father died. While working under his van it fell on him and killed him instantly. I never had a chance to tell him I loved him, or even goodbye. I thought I would never see him again.
This is a picture of my daughter, just hours after she was born.
While I was giving birth to my daughter (Ali), the doctor gave me an injection of the wrong medication nearly killing my unborn child. The doctor's ashen face told me the seriousness
of his mistake.
They sent my sister out of the room. As a last ditch effort to avoid emergency surgery and save my baby, he gave me another injection in hopes of counteracting his first mistake. It apparently worked because I had a beautiful baby girl.
After this ordeal, my sister came to visit and took this picture of Ali in her basinet. How surprised I was to see my father's face looking down on Ali and radiating peace and joy.
I am convinced it was my father's presence that made the
difference. Now I know what it's like to be, "Touched by an Angel".