When I was 12, I had an accident at the FOTW. I rolled down the Mountain where the Bible is. I hit a stutue that was there . I destroyed it and a stone sheep. I was actually picked up off of the pavement at the bottom.
I remember waking up feeling something warm and wet on my face. I touched my face then the side of my head and passed out.
I was scooped up and taken by car to Ducktown Hospital.
MAT announced to the Assembly that a young boy had been killed in an accident at the FOTW.
Of course as far as I know I did not die. However, I could not see. I remmber being on the table in the hospital as they were sewing my ear back to my head, and other stitches, 306 in all in my head and about 100 to my shuolder where my arm was almost severed, and was pull full its socket. I had three skull fractures and a concusioon.
I heard a man's voice, He said, "I am L.V. Jones, I am his State Overseer, and I've come to pray." I have no idea why they let him in. He said, "Ray, it's Bro. Jones". I said, "I cant see you Bro. Jones." This man laid his hand on my eyes and asked God to let me see him. He took his hand away and I could see. All my pain was gone. I sat up and said, "I want to go home Bro jones."
They did not keep me at the hospital. My mom and Dad, and I spent the night with the FOTW caretakers that night. The next day, thou I was bandage up like a Mummy almost, I was at the Assembly there on Central Ave. I was using the arm that had been damaged to shake hands with people who wanted to see the kid that died at the FOTW. As far as I know I never died.
Ray
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