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Lockney, TX at the time), I had tripped on a curb as I was out walking 6 blocks away from home. The severity of the injury to my right ankle wasn't apparent until the next day - when my grandparents had to drive me to the emergency room of Methodist Hospital in Plainview (15 miles away). As a result, I had to spend a week in the hospital and then six more weeks in bed dependent on the use of a walker to get to the bathroom and with my ankle propped up sky high in the air with pillows placed under it. And guess what time of the year it happened?

Now, let's fast forward back to Fort Worth. On the Sabbath during this Feast, I was on my way from my hotel to the Convention Center in dress boots when about 3 blocks away from the Center I tripped on a curb, hurting that same ankle. At first, I thought it was just a strain - so I went on to the workshop I was planning to attend. When I got to the workshop, the pain worsened and worsened to the point where I had to go to the First Aid station. The pain was so unbearable that the new pastor of my local church at that time eventually took me in his car and got me to the emergency room of John Peter Smith Hospital. My first thought was, when did all this happen? "Oh, no - I hope I didn't reinjure my ankle again. I can't afford any more medical bills!" But with the assurance of my pastor that the Church would help since I didn't have any medical insurance at the time, I went in and waited patiently for medical assistance.

I was led in, checked into X-ray, and then promptly shuttled to one of the emergency room beds to wait for a doctor to see me. During this process, I wondered why the Eternal God would work it in His plan to be in the circumstances I was in that moment and, as with the previous Feast, what this was all about in the first place.

The cries of a little boy screaming in pain and agony in the bed next to me would soon provide the obvious answer to my query and the reason why my presence was needed at that particular moment. I thought,

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