Saturday, October 03, 2009
11:30 PM
Dear Mom:
Before I go to bed, I want to have you tell Mike that I said happy birthday. I don’t usually give any of us anything on birthdays, but if you think I should, I think I should, too. I don’t want it to be cigarettes, or anything like that, so I thought you could give him $10.00 from my money. My whole ordeal with the fighting between us is all the way healed. Mom, it’s most certainly a supernatural healing. I lost 2 or 3 milk cartons worth of blood, heard and felt the crunches of the vertebrae in my nose as I mercilessly put it back in place, had 3 or 4 knots on my head twice the size of marbles, my right eye was black underneath, and I went to sleep feeling faint, as if I were high on drugs.
Just about 24 hours later, I am well and have been all evening long! The previous fight felt way less painful and took a month to heal. Well, God knows what He’s doing, even when I do not. I’ll tell you one thing, I am certainly in an accelerated rate of learning… point-by-point, too. God did give me a “hard knocks” lesson about humility to cap off my Step 7. God gave me a message and I wrote it down just 3 hours before the fight. The message is called Fearless Humility. I’ll try to remember to send it with this letter. Well, good night Mom.
Love,
Neil
