The first thing I can remember is being in my apartment. My brother is sitting on the couch and I am coming from the balcony area. I knew something was wrong with my heart and somehow discovered I needed to have it replaced. I remember praying and having felt the knowledge that I should trust in God and I would survive. God, although I never saw him, was able to remove my heart while I was still awake standing in the middle of my living room. I hardly felt anything but at a certain point knew my heart was removed. I checked for a pulse and could still feel it, but it felt different than normal. Somehow blood was being pumped through my body. I now have a new heart in my hands.
I don’t have the slightly clue how I got it, but I knew it was supposed to replace my old one. I went into the kitchen and turned on the water to wash off any lent, hair, dirt, etc that might have stuck to it. I then leaned over the sink and prayed, while holding the heart in my hands against my bare chest, for this operation to work. I remained in that position for a moment and all of a sudden I felt the heart in hands leave my hands and pass through my chest to attach itself perfectly inside my body. I knew this was an act of God and I was grateful.
The next thing I can remember I was going to take a shower and then my cousin April comes in and complains that she wanted to use the shower. Then I woke up.
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