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I want to thank you for being alive.
I went to visit you in a regular hospital room.
Even though you looked a bit pale and thin,
At last, I could be at ease.
Still, I couldn’t help shedding tears of gratitude.
You fought to survive over the last 10 days.
And you were finally transferred out of the I.C.U.
This was a fierce battle between life and death.
Nobody would have thought that someone as healthy as you, a doctor even,
Would get a gallbladder infection all of a sudden.
Just moments earlier you were treating patients.
The next minute you were sent to I.C.U.,
Where another doctor had to save you.
Lying in critical condition on the I.C.U. hospital bed just a few days ago,
You needed oxygen to sustain your fragile life.
My eyes were filled with tears.
I could not help asking God, “Why?”
Humans are weak and powerless over death.
Oh, God! Please help and give us a miracle.
I went home with a heavy burden.
Looking at fully bloomed orchids which I bought for you,
I had no idea when I could bring you the flowers.
I would not be able to do it if you stayed in the I.C.U.
Gazing at the orchids without blinking,
I hoped to receive an answer.
I thought back to when you fell to the ground from the top of a mountain a few years ago.
It was God’s love that helped you gain back your strength and stand up again.
This time you needed not only God’s love but also the love of your family.
You and your parents had not talked to each other for a couple of years.
Maybe I could try to persuade your parents to set aside your disagreement,
So that they would come to visit you in critical condition.
It was not an easy task.
I asked my daughter to talk to your brother,
Her husband also tried to explain to your parents the bleak situation.
Finally, the whole family showed up in the I.C.U.
Your parents did let go of their stubbornness,
Hugging you, their daughter, tightly to show their love.
Miracles happened before your parents’ appearance in the I.C.U.
In your dream you saw a man praying for you under a tree.
He turned his head slightly when he finished his prayer.
You saw His face, and you told me that He was Jesus Christ.
Your parents showed up right after the dream.
Wonderfully, your condition improved every day after their visit.
And you could finally leave the I.C.U.
The medical staff believed that what happened to you was a miracle.
Your doctor was going to give up and put a tube in you to support you mechanically.
Twice, he decided against it.
The first time, he wanted to give you a chance because you, too, are a doctor.
His heart told him not to do it the second time.
Indeed, this wise doctor made an intelligent decision —
To wait for God to perform an extraordinary miracle.
I am truly grateful for your recovery,
And thankful that God let me bring orchids to you at long last.
It is not a coincidence that you were discharged on Easter Sunday.
Just as Jesus resurrected before,
He did the same thing to you.
And He brought your family back together with His love.
Oh, God, we thank You and we praise You.