I was born Deaf and dumb, as certified by doctors in Singapore. Before we came to Canada, two things happened:
- At church a woman who my mother didn’t know said that God had asked her to tell my mother that her son’s name would be Samuel.
- A woman who was a missionary said that my joy would heal me.
This is the story of when I was born. I was due in April but my mother went into labour and gave birth to me in December. The nurse had given me oxygen a few seconds too late, and as a result I suffered brain damage.
I very nearly died. My heart was not functioning properly and my lungs were not breathing the way they should. The doctors held my mom’s hand and told her that her child was not going to make it. That night in hospital my parents went on their knees. It was very quiet at that time, and they worshipped God, pleading with him for my life, saying that I had been redeemed by Jesus’ blood. They prayed very hard and Jesus said even little faith can do big things.
The next day my parents got a call from the doctor who said they had done a test on my heart and couldn’t find anything wrong with it.
I weighed 873 grams at birth and stayed in an incubator for 3 months. I was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy. My coordination and motor skills were fine but I had learning difficulties, which affected my schooling later on.
At a convention, as the pastor was preaching on the power of the Holy Spirit, my mother, who was holding me at the time, said she felt an electric shock hit her and travel down her arm towards me. After that day I began to hear and speak.
You know Jesus said the mute shall speak the Deaf shall hear? In Jesus name, the first word that I spoke was ‘Hallelujah!’, and my parents couldn’t believe it. I was at my parents’ friends’ house, when I said it, as I was putting on my shoes. My parents friends were shocked.
Through the battles of my life I started walking, running, riding a bike, jumping and doing almost everything that everyone else can do. About 6-7 years ago the doctor at BC Children’s Hospital said that my knees are too low, making me crouch, and that, in the long run, I would end up in a wheelchair. So I had surgery to lengthen my hamstrings so that I wouldn’t have to crouch anymore.
My surgery was at 6am. Afterwards I was in severe pain and the cast was too tight for me. I remember how afraid I felt as they cut the cast with a motorized blade. I was afraid they would cut me, so I was screaming. They put me under heavy anaesthesia and I went home. I was very sleepy.
I spent the next few months at home watching NASCAR and eating noodles my mom had cooked for me. The time had come where I went back to school and I remember how everyone in my class was so happy to see me. One classmate even gave me a action figure and hid it inside my desk. I was in a wheelchair for several months. When I went to get the cast removed at the hospital the person gave me a toy car and an animal toy.
I went home and I tried to take the first step up the stairs. I wasn’t able to but finally Jesus walked with me and in me. I was walking! I want to tell you that without God I would not have made it through all the pain and recovery. Jesus was there to tuck me in every night and told me, “You will be ok. Your pain will not last. I will take care of you just like my Heavenly Father takes care of me.”
Throughout every suffering there have always been blessings, miracles and greater love from Jesus. His mercy and love never ends. His journey of blessings never stops and I just wanted to share this testimony with you. I want you to know what Jesus has done for me.
Thank you so much reading this testimony. God bless you 🙂