A pain gone

One morning, I woke up to a strange leg pain. At first, I thought it was just a minor issue, but by the second day, the pain had intensified, making it hard for me to move around. I called my wife to share my concerns, but she reassured me that the pain would subside. I said a silent prayer, hoping for relief.

By day 3, the pain only grew worse. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I asked my neighbor for help getting to the nearest hospital. I leaned on him for support as we walked in. The nurse asked me to wait, and I found a pillar to lean against, as sitting made the pain worse.

That's when I noticed a man sitting nearby, looking frustrated. I started a conversation and asked if everything was okay. He shared that his child had collapsed that morning and hadn't woken up since. I tried to offer some words of encouragement, sharing stories of the small miracles I see every day.

As we talked, I forgot about my own pain. But then my neighbor pointed something out that I was standing and walking around without any support. I realized that my pain had vanished. I was so busy in helping the other man that I hadn't even noticed my own healing.

Long story short, I told the man his child will wake up and got his contact to reach out later. At evening, he called to tell me his child was awake and eating. To God be the glory