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problems, but with miracles too…

In the last blog I began with my birthday, December 28, 1921, When I was born, God was there, for the Doctors asked my mother and father,”Which one shall we save? My father said,“Save my wife”, but my mother said, save my baby. Two doctors did a very difficult surgery, and my first miracle occurred…I lived and so did my mother, but barely. You can believe it or not, but the first thing I can vividly remember is the big round multo-bulb ceiling light in the operating room. It hurt my eyes, then I remember a doctor picking me up and handing me to a nurse, who, holding me by the feet, upside down, and as she lifted me she said, “It’s a boy!” Now babies are not born with the ability to understand the language, of their mothers are they? –or shall we believe that it was my fully grown spirit, created by God and sent to the earth to minister, that understood the words?

Then another of the four nurses said, “Hand him to me and I’ll clean him up” and when took me she did a very naughty thing…she slapped me hard on my bare bottom; it hurt so much I yelled! No, I couldn’t say “Ouch”, but in baby talk. After that, I have no memory until about six weeks later when my grandmother giving me a bath in a baby bath-tub. My mother was that long recuperating in the just built Los Angeles County Hospital, and by the mercy of God she lived, as told in the previous blog, until I was 14 years old. Thus my life was saved too, despite doctor’s question. “Which one shall we save?

The second extraordinary miracle in my life occurred when I was seven years old.

I had contracted a deadly disease, named Spinal Meningitis that directed my parents to Divine Healing, for in those days there was no medical cure known, and little could be done, so they prayed.. God was in control from the beginning, for my doctor was Dr. Phillip McKillup M.D.; he was a man of great faith in God addition to being the head Los Angeles County Physician and a member of the newly completed Angeles Temple, the Foursquare Gospel Church. My parents kept me at home, for the doctor said the hospital could do nothing better, and he visited me every day,. For six weeks I could not eat. I would vomit every thing. I could keep nothing down .

At the end of the sixth week I was skin and bone, and then went into the final muscle spasms which bowed my back and was expected to break my back and result in death. Doctor McKillup, gave a grim forecast to my father that I had only one chance in a hundred of living. He said I was in the last stages and probably would not survive the night -and if I survived I would likely be paralyzed for the rest of my life. I remember him sitting on the side of my bed that night just before I went into what was anticipated to be a terminal coma, and he said to me, “Sonny, old Dr, McKillup doesn’t know what to do for you, so I am turning your case over to a better Doctor; His Name is Jesus.” That night several Bible School students prayed all night with my father. In the morning I woke up fully healed! It was Thanksgiving day 1928, and I ate turkey dinner which astonishes doctors even today; I ate turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, potatoes, green peas,, milk and pumpkin pie, while sitting at the table on three pillows because I was skin and bones, but fully healed by God.. I had awakened from my deep sleep (or coma) about 11 o’clock in the morning, smelled food cooking, and called out, “Mama I’m hungry!”

However, as a result of my illness and the poor advice of a well-meaning friend, my mother decided to limit my exercise, so no running or playing ball, during recess time at school. I was warned not to play with other children, thus I became a misfit whom the other kids used for a punching bag. I was taught to never fight back. Her friend also caused my mother to think I should not eat meat. So for the next seven years of my life, I was not fed a balanced diet and failed to grow properly. I wondered why my shoulders were no wider than my hips, and why I couldn’t eat like other people. Then my mother passed away at age 34 from a ruptured aorta artery… Now we know a little copper in the diet along with magnesium and vitamin C would have stopped the bacteria feeding in her aorta, and which caused it to rupture like the bursting of a child’s balloon…

We didn’t know the causes of heart disease in 1934, but as a teenager I began reading books from the library trying to learn about health, then I studied Science and Biology in High School; I wanted to become a doctor… but a man named Hitler changed the course of my life.

In my junior year of High School I enlisted in the Idaho National Guard, which then was called into Service on April 1, 1941. That ended my High schooling. In August 1941 I took a “Short Discharge for Convenience of the Government” and enlisted in the Army Air Corp after a series of qualifying tests showed my I.Q. to be 137. which gave me some privileges; The song went “Off We Go Into The Wild Blue Yonder”. Nope…not quite. I was sent to Study as an Aircraft Armament Mechanic.

After graduation, December 27, 1941 from the Air Corps Technical Training School, as an Aircraft Armament Mechanic, the Flight doctor “grounded” me for I had vision problems in my eyes. Part 0f my duties were to unpack gun-parts and wash them with bare hands and a brush in big vats holding gallons of Carbon Tetrachloride solvent.

The result was four times in Army hospitals… I was dizzy, had headaches, and my lungs and back hurt. The medics said I had “flue” but strangely no fever…They gave me anti-biotic shots. but tetracycline shots only made me feel worse. I had visual “spots” (not floaters) but blind spots, kidney damage, liver damage, back-ache, boils, laryngitis, headaches, dizziness, and other symptoms.

I had used Carbon Tet for about five months, but then God changed my future by an event like right out of a Hollywood movie script! A combat encounter in which I captured a German Fighter Pilot! Our airbase was on double red alert; we were in the US, but at war.

Although I was at Paine Field Washington, I was part of the 359th Bomb Squadron; we were in war action, for our B-25 bombers were flying submarine patrol flights searching for Japanese subs in the Pacific Ocean, off the Oregon and Washington coasts. Flight crew members told me of sinking two subs. I was part of the ground crew. The 359th also had a Fighter Squadron equipped with our newest and best Fighter Planes, the P-38. That’s when Roman 8:28 was again applied and changed my life!

It was not necessary for me to wash gun parts any more after a fortunate event; God enabling me to capture a German who would have killed me to get the P-38 I was guarding. Five MP Guards were told that day by the Provost Marshal that he had been warned by G2 (Army Intelligence) that German Luftwaffe Scientists desperately wanted to get one of those airplanes…

Major Griffeth ordered us to stop any officer seen on the runway; regardless of rank, we were to challenge, stop them, and get the correct password. The Majors instructions were blunt; “If he does not know the password and will not stop when challenged but keeps walking, you will shoot to kill! Is that clear? We all said “Yes Sir.” He told us that all our Officers on leave knew the daily passwords in advance.

I was guarding the first of several P-38s parked on the side of the runway, and a Captain came walking and staggering as though drunk. His hat was on sideways, and he was singing. He was singing and hick-cupping, “Oh, mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and –hic- little lambs eat ivy, a kid will eat -hic-ivy too…” At about 40 feet I challenged. He stopped, said he was “just coming off leave”, and started to walk again. I aimed my rifle; “Halt!”, I ordered. At 20 feet he stopped again. I asked him what he was doing on the runway at 1:30 AM. “Runway, hell, I thought I was on the highway, I’m hitch-hiking from Seattle to Everett”, he said, and started walking again. Now my finger was on the trigger and I shouted “STOP! -One more step and you are dead!” He knew I could not miss at 15 feet on the lighted runway, and stopped.

I called out, “Post 3”, and in less than 5 minutes a Recon Van came with an Officer and two MPs and picked him up. In an hour they were back with the Post Commander in the front seat and the guy was in the back seat handcuffed to the two MPs. For him, the war was over. I did not know the full story until after the war, but I knew something had to be big enough to get the base Commander out of bed in the middle of the night! He lived off base in Everett…

I had known he was lying when he said he was hitch hiking from Seattle to Everett. His geography was bad; Paine field is North of Everett. And the runway was a half mile from the highway, and ran East to West, not North. His act was good; he sounded like a New Yorker. 

The Colonel asked me all the details, then went on to see the two guards the guy had passed with his drunk act, poor guys, they probably peeled potatoes for a long time. The next morning I was told to report to my Captains Office. When I went in he greeted me warmly, “Good morning, Corporal! Sew these chevrons on your sleeve! That was a nice piece of work you did last night! (I was a Private the night before) “And you can bring your wife and move into the Non-Com village off base. Then I was sent that Fall to Officers Candidate School, at Ft. Monmouth, New Jersey.

It wasn’t until after the war when I met the former Adjutant of Paine Field and learned what I had done. He said hat German Pilot, had come across the Atlantic with four or five others in a submarine and had landed on the coast of Florida. The Coast Guard caught the others, but he got away, came across the Country by train, then to Paine Field, tunneled under our perimeter fence, and got past the two guards before I stopped him. He had a switch blade knife with :”my name” on it if he could have fooled me to get closer, and incendiaries disguised as fountain pens in his pockets., The plan was to set my plane on fire, and in the immediate excitement he would not be noticed jumping into the cockpit of the next fully armed and fueled P-38. It was a bold High Level Axis Plan, for a Japanese aircraft carrier was waiting for him just beyond the 550 mile range of our coast radar. 

I was told the reason for their desperate attempt was because the RAF was shooting down hundreds of high-flying German Bombers in total darkness with these planes which had the first effective plane to plane radar. Then I was told that I not only had saved two very expensive fighter planes, worth millions of dollars but had thereby saved thousands of British lives, and even thwarted the intended invasion of England!

Unfortunately I failed to graduate as an Officer because I lost my voice, had headaches, nasopharyngitis, congested lungs and was hospitalized 3 days. I was dropped out of my OCS class.

Later I transferred back to Jefferson Barracks Air Corp Training Center, and was assigned to the HQ Training Squadron, and made an Acting Staff Sergeant, Instructor and a Physical Trainer in charge of Barracks calisthenics…

One day my Captain said, “You are now a Medical Instructor”. I replied, “Sir, I don’t know enough about medicine to be an Medical Instructor”, and the Captain then said “Here, read these”, and tossed two medical First-Aid books to me. That’s how in the morning, after studying half the night, I had about twenty recruits, and that’s how I became a “Medic” in the Army Air Corp for the next several months. But all the while I was suffering from the results of having used the Carbon Tetrachloride. I was given discharge on May 27, 1943.

After the war I entered Lower Columbia Junior College by passing the Entrance Exams in lieu of having a High School diploma. I took some pre-med courses thinking I wanted to be a doctor. However I was having headaches, irresistible fatigue, and was falling asleep in classes. Nobody suspected in those days that Carbon Tetrachloride could cause any permanent health problems, fatigue, headaches, eye problems, heart pains, arrhythmia, and nerve damage. I couldn’t keep a regular schedule, and rather than see my grades go down, I quit college thinking I would return later; I never returned. Now I do not recall how many credits were earned.

Through the years since then I have read many Health Books, taken extension courses in Christian Ministry and Human Relations, traveled to many Countries as a participant and as a Resource Convention Speaker, often in large meetings of hundreds and even thousands, have written published articles, was a Daily Radio Speaker for three years, and have headed a non-profit Missionary Organization since 1983, and was awarded a Doctor of Theology Degree in 1985, became a Missionary to Manila in 1987, and in 1989 was found to have Colon Cancer, stage four. At Metropolitan Hospital doctors told me immediate surgery and chemo was necessary, or I wouldn’t live 6 months. But I already knew the odds of recovery was only about 5% and I didn’t like those odds. So I went Alternative under the late Dr. Manuel Navarro, M.D., an eminent Filipino Scientist from whom I learned many things about the causes and treatment of cancer. His success rate was about 82 percent, and I am here today in better health than in 1988, but I do still have a 30 percent disability diagnosed as Narcolepsy and heart arrhythmia, from “unknown source” Despite these problems, and by the Grace of God, I have progressed both in Ministry and in Medicine, and perhaps I also am the busiest I have ever been!

Come back for the final part of My Health Vision for Today and Tomorrow.

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