The Firefighter

My mom was an emergency room nurse for many, many years.  About 25 years ago, while in Michigan, she helped care for a fireman who, while fighting a fire, fell 3 or 4 stories and landed on his head.  He was married and had several young children, and he was in a coma.  The nurses all nicknamed him "the firefighter" and carefully watched over him.  Little chance was given that he would awaken from the coma, but no gave up and many prayers were said.  He was in a coma for three months, and he later walked out of the hospital!  To this day, she never forgets "the firefighter" and the power of prayer.  With blessings and prayers for peace, strength and never giving up!    Angie Burnette