Okay, so I don't know if I would have died or not, but at the time my condition seemed pretty serious.
When I was young I got really sick. So sick to the point where I couldn't really eat, I kept losing weight, I could no longer walk, and the doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. After visiting multiple doctors, it seemed hopeless. I remember coming back one night with my mom. She closed the garage door, but we were still in the car. She didn't say anything. She just started crying. That's when I knew something was seriously wrong with me. I really thought I was going to die.
Spencer and Tenille pulled me around the house in our little red Radio Flyer wagon since I couldn't walk. Dad got really mad that the wagon was in the house, then felt bad and backed off.
We finally called our home teacher, Bishop Bateman, over to help Dad give me a blessing. And immediately after the blessing was done, I stood up. It was indeed a miracle. I knew from an early age that the gospel was true. I witnessed the beautiful power of the priesthood. I've always had a strong testimony of the power of the priesthood since.
I remember scarfing down plain white rice afterwards (which wasn't like me. I usually put ketchup on my rice). And I said to my mom, "This is the best food I've ever eaten, Mom!" She replied that I was just hungry.
For the longest time after that we thought I might be allergic to chocolate (don't ask me the correlation with it). So I avoided it at all costs. That didn't last long, though. My sister, Tenille, offered me a sip of her drink from Wendy's. Turns out it was a frosty. And I lived!
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