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    By Jean S. Horner
    The other day while walking down a corridor in a public building, I saw what appeared to be someone walking toward me. On coming closer, I found it was my own reflection in a huge mirror. For a moment it frightened me. Somehow a full-length reflection of one’s self is a startling thing. ...

On the Road to Hell

By Ryan Hirsch
July 18, 2010

I’m grateful for a praying mother. If my mother had not faithfully prayed for me, I could have been in hell today.

My mother had prayed for years that God would reveal himself to me. She knew I was far from Him, even though I had kept much of my life a secret from her. However, all the darkness in my life came to light Oct. 2, 2004.

I was 23 at the time and riding my motorcycle home from a bar when I experienced a high-speed wobble that hurled me to the freeway. I was airlifted to the hospital with little hope of survival. The hospital called my mom at 2 a.m., notifying her of my accident and urging her to come quickly.

When my mom arrived, she could tell by the group of friends who had gathered that my life had spiraled out of control. There were members of a motorcycle gang I was planning to join, as well as a few people from the strip club where I worked as a bouncer.

The biker gang, the strip club, the alcohol — my mom could have given up hope in light of my injuries and all the secrets I had kept. But instead she cried out, “Don’t leave me, Ryan! Please don’t leave me.” More importantly, she kept praying that, regardless of what happened to me physically, things would be well with my soul. She knew I needed God desperately. She continued to pray for me.

There was another person praying for me. My mom didn’t know who he was, but he was a minister who regularly visited people in that hospital. He would come by, pray and sing gospel songs for me. “Amazing grace,” he told my mom, “He has amazing grace.”

My brain was extensively swollen, and my entire body was struggling with severe trauma. For 11 months I lay in a coma. The doctors reported that I had suffered severe brain damage. They went so far as to express their condolences to my mom and try to convince her that my brain was too injured to ever recover. Perhaps the best thing would be for her to donate my organs.

Yes, the injuries to my brain were severe. Yes, I should have died or at best been in a vegetative state. But God intervened. When I awoke, I had my memories. I could read and write.

God protected me from slipping into eternity lost in my sins. Thanks to my praying mom, and my Savior Jesus Christ, I now know who my real Father is — our Heavenly Father. It is because of His amazing love that He gave me a second chance.

God’s grace and mercy are available to anyone. Just believe in Him.

RYAN HIRSCH is a student at Southwest Bible College and attends The Blessing Center First Assembly of God in Moreno Valley, Calif.

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