It 
          was 1970, I was 17 year's old and it was a warm summer's night when 
          a friend and I decided to take a bike-ride from the house where I was 
          living to a friends house across the park in the sunset district of 
          San Francisco. It was about 9:00 p.m. when we hopped on my friends 10 
          speed bicycle we then made our way down toward Golden Gate Park and 
          ended up on Fulton street. As we approached 43rd Ave. we moved over 
          into the fast lane in order to turn left so that we could make our way 
          through the park. My friend had asked me to look behind us to see if 
          there were any cars, so I turned around and there were none. No sooner 
          did I open my mouth to tell him it was all clear, that we were hit from 
          behind by a speeding car and then sent sailing into the air.
        At 
          that point, all I remember after having landed back on the ground was 
          that there were a number of people around me asking me how I was. I 
          was not able to collect my thoughts, let alone stand on my own two feet. 
          I looked down at my leg and noticed that the heal of my foot was bent 
          backwards touching the calf of my leg and the two tibia bones were sticking 
          out the front of my leg. It was then that I discovered my leg had been 
          broken upon impact as the car hit us from behind. I do remember one 
          of my older brother's friends who had seen the accident, coming up to 
          me saying that he would go up to my house and tell my Grandfather about 
          what had happened. It wasn't long before an ambulance came and we were 
          on our way to Park Emergency. That same night, I was taken to Children's 
          Hospital on California street, where I would stay approximately two 
          weeks.
        Well, 
          it would be a new way of life for the next year as I now had a full 
          length cast on my right leg, which didn't seem to stop me as I got right 
          back on my bike and off I went. I was not very restricted in my activities 
          due to the fact that I had a lot of energy and will power to keep going. 
          I excelled in my music due to the fact that I now had more time to practice 
          my guitar. A year had passed and my cast was removed, man did it itch! 
          I got right in the shower and gave my leg a good scrub, got ready and 
          went out that night. Talking about always being on the go...
        13 
          years had passed... in between now and the time of the accident, I was 
          experiencing a great deal of back pain due to the fact that my right 
          leg was shorter than the left and as a result, my back was constantly 
          going out on me. Originally, when the doctor had set the broken bones, 
          he put them next to each other therefore making the leg shorter. There 
          was nothing I could do at the time and found that all I could do, was 
          just live with the pain. Even the slightest little movement would sometimes 
          throw my back out. It was especially difficult because I owned my own 
          business and the kind of work I did (Landscape Construction) was very 
          demanding and it would constantly put a strain on my back but I kept 
          on going. Some nights I would come home hunched over remembering how 
          my wife would have to help me to get into a hot bath so I could soak 
          away all the pain, only to get up the next morning and do it all over 
          again.
        It 
          would be June 26, 1983 that my wife, myself and my daughter who was 
          only a baby at the time, would go up to visit one of my brother's and 
          his family up in Sacramento. We would frequently visit them and would 
          also love attending their church in Citrus Heights. The weekend went 
          fast and Sunday was upon us as all of us made our way out the door to 
          go to church. We had a great time, then returned home to get something 
          to eat and then we sat around the kitchen table and talked for a while. 
          Even though we attended their church whenever we visited, my brother 
          never expressed his heart in the way he had been wanting to regarding 
          the things of the Lord. As we were sitting around the kitchen table, 
          my brother asked... "would you and Martha like to receive Jesus 
          Christ into your hearts?" We said yes! He said that he had been 
          wanting to share the Lord with us for some time but was afraid that 
          we would shy away from him. Then I stated that I had been wanting him 
          to but the moment had not presented itself until now. Afterwards, he 
          got his bible and proceeded to teach us about tithing.
        A 
          couple hours had passed and my brother mentioned to me that there would 
          be a men's meeting at church that night and would I like to go? I said 
          yes and we were on our way. No sooner did we climb the stairs that I 
          was greeted by my brother's father-in-law who was standing at the very 
          top outside the entry of the church. My brother explained to him that 
          my wife and I had just received the Lord. At that, his father-in-law 
          looks me straight in the eye and says... "your leg is a bit shorter 
          than the other one, sit down and we'll fix you up!" I thought... 
          "what's going on here, I never told anyone my leg was shorter." 
          Well, I had no choice other than to go for it! So I sat down as he had 
          suggested, he told me to put my feet in his hands so that it would take 
          the tension off of my back and he proceeded to pray. All this time I'm 
          wondering... "how did he know?" At that point, what had seemed 
          like swarms of people, had flocked around me and started praying in 
          this weird language which I later found out was called tongues.
        I 
          remember having feelings of doubt in my mind but still, I had a peace 
          that transcended all understanding. I then was asked by my brother's 
          father-in-law... "are you sure you repented all your sins?" 
          and then I replied... "what, name them?" I was all set to 
          run down to him everything I had ever done to the best of my recollection. 
          He then put my feet in his father's hands, then went over and knelt 
          down against the wall and started praying in tongues. I thought... "man, 
          it's me, I'm doubting here!" So I focused on only one thing and 
          that was the name of Jesus and as soon as I did, something happened 
          that had never happened to me before. I couldn't see a thing in front 
          of me and everything was pitch black. I found myself traveling through 
          what seemed to be a tunnel. Then, all of a sudden this light appeared 
          (just a glimpse mind you) and I found myself waiting to see what would 
          happen next, almost as if one had been watching a movie.
        The 
          process was gradual but fast! I was now traveling inside this tunnel-like 
          atmosphere while noticing the light was getting brighter. I wondered 
          how much brighter it would get and if I could withstand it. I was traveling 
          around a bend and the light kept getting brighter and brighter but it 
          was soft and not at all blinding. In fact, I could see into the light 
          almost as if it had some sort of depth to it. As soon as the light reached 
          it's brightest peak, that's when it happened... my leg stretched out, 
          pushing the man's hand who had been holding it and it was accompanied 
          by a tearing-twisting feeling but strangely enough, I noticed that it 
          was tickling. My leg had stretched out and pushed the man's hand, he 
          then replied... "did you see that, did you feel that?" As 
          I stood up looking down at my feet, I was at a loss for words thinking... 
          "what just happened!" Definitely a miracle had taken place 
          and God had been gracious and compassionate enough to free me from what 
          I had been going through for so many years. This was only the start 
          of a series of events and miracles that would take place in the years 
          to come.
        
        " 
          You are the God who performs miracles; you display your power among 
          the peoples." Psalm 77:14