Sure. Maybe a tad younger. Maybe a tad older. I'm not sure. But his wife is named Barbara. And last or earlier this year, I think it was, doesn't give the date. I'm going to read you part of this story that he tells about how she almost died in a surgery that was to be absolutely

commonplace, simple surgery. And the way she didn't die is so remarkable that he tells the story

and chalks it up to the providence of God God. I'll skip around, but this will take a few

minutes to read, but I think you'll find it very remarkable and encouraging to your faith. It was

supposed to be routine surgery, but something went wrong, and the life of my beloved wife, Barbara,

hung in the balance by the

thinnest thread. Early in the morning, I had checked Barbara into the hospital and settled back to

wait. As I was reading the morning paper, I recognized a medical technician named Suzanne,

and cheerfully greeted her. Suzanne had become friends with my wife's niece when they both

had worked in the hospital some years before. Barbara's niece had long since moved away,

and it was quite unexpected to run into Suzanne, especially since she normally didn't come to the waiting room area where I was sitting that morning.

Now, all that sounds quite irrelevant, but it will prove to be very providential.

My oldest daughter, Holly, joined me at 10 a.m. The surgeon met with us cheerfully and said,

perfect. It couldn't have gone better. Barbara would be in the

recovery room for an hour and a half, and then we could see her. So we'd see Barbara a little later.

So I returned, I went home, and then came back a little later to find my daughter very worried.

They had taken Barbara back into surgery.

It was only supposed to take 15 minutes.

Those 15 minutes stretched into five hours.

We soon realized something was seriously wrong.

They couldn't stop the bleeding, and no one on the team of doctors

could figure out why. The day stretched into evening without any answer, and thus began a very long

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