It all began on Saturday, March 29, 1969. I am the second child born to Neal (Bub) and Tibby Lee. My sister, Candi, is three years older. I always wanted a baby brother...but never got it.
I've been told my entire life that I was a miracle. At just two weeks old, I gave my parents a scare that they would never forget. Mother talks about it often.....even forty-one years later...but daddy didn't speak of it very much. I honestly believe it scared him so bad he didn't want to re-live it. I was given paregoric because I had colic. Mother laid me down for a nap and when she went in to check on me she discovered I wasn't breathing. A neighbor rushed me to the hospital where I was admitted for observation. My parents were told they would have to keep me awake for twenty-four hours. Doctors were fearful that if I went to sleep that I would die. My parents, grandmother, and several aunts stayed up around the clock and did everything from holding me, bouncing me, and even pinching me to keep me awake. Prayers were answered, faith was restored, and hearts were filled with thankfulness when the last minute of the dreaded twenty-four hours had passed. Truly God had a purpose for my life even then.
Funny how history repeats itself, many years later I experienced something very similar as a parent. I will get to that in a later post.
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