Does God hear us when we pray? Does He ever answer? Does He know when we are suffering? Does He care? When I was a child, I would sit in the church captivated by the calming resonation of chanted prayers. It provided a great sense of comfort to me-like leafing through a well-read leather-bound book. This was the first inkling I had of the place where my heart belonged-the Catholic Church. As the years passed, no one would have known that my bright childhood would take a turn towards a seemingly dark and isolated future. There were many times when I skirted death-birthing complications and multiple emergency surgeries stemming from malformed blood vessels in my brain. What had saved me at these moments, were miraculous chance happenings that came at times when I prayed the hardest for them. I lost a great many things-my balance, my gift for math and sciences, my visual clarity and my short term memory. It was a heavy burden that I still carry today. Even so, I knew that it was not the end... God must have had other plans for me. I was still here and there was a child that counted on me. I attained a Bachelor's degree in a prestigious Wisconsin university and found myself anew. If there is one thing I believe with conviction, it is that everything happens for a reason and that He has a plan for each and every one of us. Allow me to recount my memory of His miracles with you. An inspirational recollection of faith, healing and miracles with author reflections. This is a very personal, true life story.