Sara's Story

It all happened on January 20, 2005. I was only 18 years old.  I woke up with a sore throat, headache and nausea. I thought I was coming down with a flu so I decided to take some medicine. Later on that day I couldn't get out of bed. I was paralyzed from my waist down, partially blind and extremely weak. My mother had come into my bedroom and rubbed Vicks all over my back and chest. I tried to sleep that night but all I remember feeling was weakness and pain. I remember trying to get out of bed to get to the bathroom but it was a struggle as my legs did not work, I was too weak. I remember being in an ambulance with two paramedics looking over me telling me that everything was going to be ok.

I made it to the emergency room and remember a rough feeling around my neck. The doctor had to open a hole so that he can put a breathing tube in my neck as I could not breathe on me own. I was induced into a coma later that day. My condition was so critical that the doctors had told my parents that I was not going to make it. The disease had attacked my body and organs. They were trying to do what they could to help me live, but it was going to be too late. I remember my grandmother crying over me and praying that God was going to save me and give me another chance to live. My mother cried and cried and asked me to pull through. I was in a deep sleep but could hear all that was going on. I was so scared I thought I was going to die. Soon after I was moved from intensive care into a recovery room with other people. I saw an old man across from  me and a girl crying over him. The first thing that ran through my mind was that he was sick and didn't make it. I began to cry and cry.

The girl crying over the man walked over to me and told me that everything was going to be ok. That I was going to pull through and live a normal life. She wiped my tears and told me that the man she was crying over was her grandfather and he had passed away. I fell into a deep sleep. When I had woken up I didn't see anyone there. I had asked the nurses if there was an elderly man in my room and they had told me that there was no one who I had described ever in my room since I had been there. I know I was not crazy nor hallucinating. I prayed so much that I believe God heard my prayers. Prayers are powerful. Soon after being in a hospital for 2 weeks and receiving medication and CAT scans everyday, I got to go home. It was such a relief to finally be home after all that time. My mother had to put me in a wheel chair and take me home. My feet were so badly affected by the disease that I could not walk. I had to attend therapy for my feet and learn to walk again. It was such a painful unforgettable experience. A year later I was able to walk again, after attending therapy and the support and love of my family. I have scars all over my feet until now. The girl in the hospital was an angel that was sent from God to tell me that I was going to be ok. Angels do exist. I believe God had given me an another chance in life. I am very lucky to be alive. With only scars on my feet I recovered 100%. This is my story and I pass it on to each and everyone of you reading this. Please get vaccinated. Don't lose hope as God does listen. I am now 31 years old with a beautiful 8 year old girl.

Thank you
Sara Mirza
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