I Proved the Doctors Wrong

The doctors sent me home to die but God had different plans...


Last updated 10/12/2014 at 8:05pm

Don Monkman

By the time I was a teen, my health improved so much that I was able to do almost everything-riding and breaking in horses, even wrestling steer. It was a lot of heavy work that made my heart pound away. Since it didn't hurt me, I ignored it.

The doctor was talking to my mother as they stood beside my bed. She was upset and the doctor was trying to comfort her.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Williams, but we've done all we can for your son," he said. "He has a heart problem that we cannot correct. I think you should take him home and let him rest. Make him as comfortable as you can so he can enjoy his last days with his family."

Although I was five years old at the time, I couldn't understand what they were saying. I only know about this conversation because my family told me. Beyond that, I have no memory whatsoever of those five years in...

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