Jesus Raised My Son From the Dead

Jesus Raised My Son

My son was crushed to death and Jesus brought him back to life. This was a most amazing miracle that changed my life.

It all started on Good Friday, April 18th, 2014, my family and I attended the Stations of the Cross presentation at St. Juliana’s Catholic Church. We joined the St. Juliana community in prayerful procession around the neighborhood, reflecting on the suffering and death of Jesus. During the event, St. Juliana’s School students carried the cross and acted out each station of Jesus’ death. Along with the participants, a truck with a 15-foot trailer carrying audio equipment and around twenty singers accompanied the procession.

During the passion procession, my six-year-old son John enjoyed being at the front with the other participants. However, the crowd was thick, and I lost sight of him many times. I had to keep up with him constantly because he wanted to be a part of the performance. At one point, he became lost in the crowd and got far ahead of us. Although it was a church event with good people and police everywhere, I never imagined that he could be injured or die.

Toward the end of the procession, my daughter expressed her worry about John since we had not seen him for a couple of minutes. As we scanned the area, my eyes fell upon John, walking beside the trailer right in front of the wheels. Then literally the next second, the trailer’s wheels began to swallow him up. The wheel caught his tiny feet and started to roll on top of his entire body as everyone watched in horror. His helpless body fell forward right into the path of the wheels. I ran and cried out to God, in shock, “No, Lord Jesus… not my John John”.

As I ran to John to try to stop the trailer from continuing to crush him, my daughter, Kathrine, who was sixteen, ran to the truck driver to get the trailer to stop. Praise God, it stopped right before my son’s head was crushed too. However, the heavy trailer rolled backward and finally stopped on top of my son’s delicate back right above his heart. With all my strength, I tried to lift the trailer off him. But of course, I couldn’t budge it. Fortunately, many others saw the horrifying event and ran to help lift the trailer off my youngest child.  Finally, the trailer was lifted off him, and someone pulled him free.

At that moment, I looked at my son with a sense of relief that he was free and a sense of terror that he was seriously hurt. Shockingly, when I looked at his face, he was not just seriously hurt. I beheld a lifeless boy. He was purple and non-responsive. That look I will never forget; his life was no longer. My wonderful joy was gone. Knowing there was nothing more I could do for him I immediately fell to my knees and prayed with all my heart crying out to Jesus, “Lord, please, if it is your will, let my baby live.” I could have done CPR, but neither I nor anyone else thought of that… prayer is what I hastened to.

The next moment, I got up and ran to my son, who was moved into the grass and laid there lifeless. I knelt next to him and looked at his little precious body. Then upon me saying his name, “John”, he opened his eyes and spoke. Praise God! He was no longer dead but alive. Amazing!

However, my son told me he couldn’t see. The weight of the vehicle was so great the capillaries in his face and upper body exploded, and his eyes were blood red too. I calmly spoke to him, hoping to bring him comfort and keep him still, and I prayed, “Lord, if you want me to take care of a blind boy, that is fine but if you will it, can you please heal him completely.” While all this was happening and everyone was in shock, my daughter was quick to think and called 911. Fortunately, the paramedics came very quickly. I was only able to say a few prayers and some words to my son and fire rescue was there.

Before we were whisked away to the Level 1 trauma center at St. Mary’s Hospital for the top medical care, since his condition looked poor, I ran over to my other daughter, Marie, who was fourteen, and crying profusely. I believe she still thought he was dead since nobody allowed my other children near their brother. I grabbed her by both of her shoulders, looked her in the eyes, and told her with all certainty, “Do you believe in God?  THIS IS HIS WILL…Trust in Him and Pray for John.” She gave me a look as if I was crazy…perhaps thinking, how could this be God’s will?

Then, I hopped in the back of the ambulance, and we drove away. My son complained about his foot hurting but said, “I’m fine. I don’t want to go to the hospital,” which was nice to hear and age-appropriate. One of the paramedics asked my son to grip his hand, but John replied, “How can I do that when I don’t even feel your hand?” At that moment, I prayed to Jesus and said, “Lord, if you wish for me to take care of a paralyzed son, I’m ok with that. I will do whatever you want, but please, if it is your will, heal him completely.” I continued to pray with my son, even though he wasn’t into it. We prayed the Our Father & the Hail Mary (asking Jesus’ Mother to pray for John) countless times.

When we arrived at the hospital, the nurse wouldn’t allow me to go into the trauma unit with my son where several surgeons and medical staff were all lined up to operate on him, even though, by God’s grace, I was perfectly calm and composed and didn’t shed a tear through the whole event. I knew it was all His will and good. So, I knelt in the waiting room and prayed for my son’s recovery. After the hospital ran many tests (checking all his organs for internal bleeding, broken bones, brain/spinal damage, etc.), even though his tests were poor on the way to the hospital, almost every test came back negative.

The doctor, to his surprise, told me they couldn’t find anything wrong with him except that his right lung was bruised and his right ankle was broken. Yet, strangely, the following day, they recanted that, cut off the cast, and said it wasn’t broken. We stayed in the hospital the next day for observation as my son was hooked up to many monitoring apparatuses. When he had discharge from his ear, he went back for an additional cat scan because discharge is frequented for people who have suffered from a concussion. Yet that test was negative too. After my son received one nebulizer treatment for his bruised lung, it was noticed that was miraculously healed as well. Soon, he was laughing, playing video games, and hobbling around (they did put a cast on his other “hurt” foot, which he wore for a week). We were discharged the following day on Easter Sunday afternoon.

So after my six-year-old son’s entire body was crushed from toe to neck, not a bone was broken or displaced…nor was there any major injury. Later that afternoon, after Easter dinner at my parent’s house, John was singing in the car, like six year old’s do, because I had told him, to his surprise, the accident had squished his poop out of him. John thought that was funny. So, he sang a song, “It squished the poop out of me.” My husband, looking upset, asked John not to sing that. I questioned my husband why he found it so disturbing. My husband, who is a doctor, told me that at the moment of death, all the muscles in the body relax, including the rectal and urinary muscles, which explains why my son unknowingly urinated and defecated during the accident. That also just confirms what an amazing Easter Miracle we had!

Just like Jesus’ death, God planned every minute of the event for Our Lord’s Honor and Glory to be shown. Right before the accident happened, my son was practically touching the people sitting in the trailer, and many others were within feet of him too. However, nobody saw him in danger. God allowed everyone to be blind so that this incredible miracle could occur. God is still raising people from the dead, and His Endless Mercy is with us. Trust in Him!

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  • THE GORNICK FAMILY says:

    Praise God for the wonderful miracle that has occurred to your son!
    Our family attends the same parish that your family has attended for many years, Our Lady Queen of the Apostles. We have watched your family grow from a loving little group , into a beautiful family troop! haha…
    It is such a blessing to see the love and dedication you have for Our Lord. We would like to thank you for sharing your special miracle with all of us. It is truly an affirmation that Our Lord is alive and living amongst us.
    Love and Continued Blessings,
    James, Kerry, Preston, Pierce, Eric, Jullia, and Jayla

    • miraclesofchirst says:

      Thank you. We are so very blessed and honored to be chosen by God for Him to display His amazing power and mercy. Our God is awesome!

  • Bette Franco says:

    Thank you for sharing your son’s story with me. In fact I was surprised why you stopped me after the daily Mass we both attended because we have never even met. Later on I realized that it happened for a reason. You see my husband was diagnosed with stomach cancer and had 2 stents put in his heart which was 95% blocked. We just came back from UAB in Birmingham where he had 3 sets of Diff. Chemo treatment. However nothing worked. We then decided to come back home to Florida for radiation. After hearing your son’s miraculous recovery it gave me renewed hope. I know God is always in-charge. I leave everything in God’s hands. Let Thy Will Be Done

  • Deven pate says:

    I know this kid and he is doing well. God can do amazing things and john-john here is definitely a walking miracle. The lord has a time for everyone to come to heaven and then was definitely not the time for him. God is good and we should thank God for this.

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