Angels From Heaven (eBook)

Chapter one:
A child with epilepsy

This is the true story of the miracles that have taken place during my journey through life before and after I became a Christian. The miracles that took place were given to me from God through angels that were sent to me from heaven. I would not be here today without my faith in God and all the prayers that were answered, along with what was given to me from each angel that came into my life.

I can also say that many of my prayers were not answered by God and of course I found out why later in life and I am very thankful that they were not answered. We all have a story in our life that we can share that will make our faith in God an inspiration to others.

I want to help people fill their hearts with love and kindness with their belief and trust in God. I hope that I am able to help many others who also may carry a load, especially some weary traveler who may be lost on life’s road.

My story begins in San Diego, California where I was born on August 20, 1953. I was the second son born after three girls; however, the first son that my mother had died at birth and I was now her only son. Later in life, I had three more sisters and a brother born after me. I had an incredibly happy life with my family growing up with a very loving mother and father. My father was in the Navy and was stationed in San Diego and my mother was also working at the naval base as a computer operator in the civil service.

We were living in El Cajon, California and I was attending a Catholic school with my teacher sister Ann Margaret, who I will always remember as she was a nun that was very special to me as a child and gave me so much encouragement in my studies and taught me the importance of learning and to be thankful for what we have in life such as family, friends, good health, a bed to sleep in at night and food to eat.

My mother had convinced me to become an altar boy at our church, Holy Trinity, at the age of nine, and that was another step in my life to learn responsibility as a child because I had to learn Latin and the proper roles of my duties as an altar boy for the Sunday service every week so that I could serve the congregation.

I really did like the title of altar boy because it gave me a sense of achievement and I also knew that I was helping and serving others at my church. I remember the fun times that we would have at the church carnivals on the rides, game booths and with a variety of different foods, especially the hot dogs. I was the daredevil who would always win a goldfish in a bowl by throwing a ping pong ball into the hole at the top of the bowl.

My family loved going to church, especially on Easter Sunday, where my mother and sisters would get dressed up and wear very large hats. We were celebrating the resurrection of the Lord as we were a grateful family who had a happy life.

After church almost every Sunday, we would walk home. Our house was right around the corner from the church and we would always have a barbeque in our backyard with my uncle as the cook making these great big hamburgers that were so delicious. That was really the American way of life and a special day for the family to be together to share the love that we had for each other.

We celebrated the holidays together and our parents would take us to the mountains, the beach, amusement parks and many more family outings that kept our family together in good spirits. Growing up with my sisters and brother in a small house in El Cajon made me an adventurer and helped me understand the meaning of empathy for the feelings of others.

We as a family only had one television and with a large family like ours, how do we watch a television program that not everyone wanted to watch? We would always work it out, and it was a task with an easy resolution.

We were just a common American family living the American dream in our home that we loved and so thankful to be living in America. One of our special days of the year was when we would attend the Mother Goose parade in El Cajon not too far from the house, where we would sit out on the curb of the street and watch the floats, marching bands, cars with the mayor and a movie star or two, and that was really exciting. Today I can look back at many memories of my childhood and thank God for all the good times in my life growing up with loving parents and a loving family.

We should always give thanks to the Lord for what we have and the special times in our life.

I was now ten years old and my parents signed me up to play Little League baseball. I was assigned to play right field. I really loved the game and it gave me a feeling of self-worth, knowing that I was part of a team. When a ball was hit into the right field, I had to play my role as the right fielder because I had the whole team and the people in the bleachers depending on me to handle the situation.

I always did my best and looked forward to the games that we played as baseball has always been my favorite sport. My family would support me and attend the games, especially on family nights. We had a great team, and I made some close friends growing up playing baseball.

Summertime was here and school was out, so I spent most of my time at the recreation center at the high school down the street from our house. My game was caroms and I became the carom champion of the school and would win the blue ribbon for first place in caroms. That made me a very competitive person. Whenever I competed, I would always give it my best. Never giving up on a challenge taught me how to be a persistent person and to make sure that I would succeed in completing whatever task that I had before me.

It really was a good feeling when someone at the high school would say that the best carom player at the school was Jesse and he had the blue ribbons for first place to show for it. It was an accomplishment that I earned at a young age.

Me, my brother, and my two younger sisters would sometimes go to the community swimming pool in the summertime on Saturdays where I learned to swim and where I learned to hold my breath underwater for the longest time ever.

I would always win the gold ribbon for the longest breath-holding contest. I still have those gold ribbons today and learning to do that at such an early age saved my life at age twenty-four when I almost drowned in San Clemente.

I am so grateful that my parents encouraged me to be active in sports, recreational activities, being an altar boy at my church, Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts. It made me very busy, active, and athletic and kept me away from any bad influence that could have led me in the wrong direction in life where I may not have had the wonderful life that I experienced.

Many of us at times take the good life that we have for granted, not realizing how lucky we are to have freedom, food to eat, a loving family, our health, and the freedom of religion.

One Saturday, I had a baseball game to play at our Little League field and my family was there to cheer me on. As always, we were having a great time and our team was playing very well with the score of 5-3 where we were ahead in the fifth inning. I came up to bat and the count was one ball and one strike and the pitcher threw the ball. I was hit in the head and immediately fell to the ground.

I became unconscious and was taken to the emergency room at the community hospital. I had a large bump and felt uncomfortable with a very painful headache. I was later released despite the pain in my head and then went home with my parents that same day. I was just living my daily life going to school, church, the recreation center and back.

Whatever the Lord had planned for my life at that time was not what I was expecting,and it was soon after that what I had learned at a young age my fate.

I came home from school and finished my homework and then we had dinner and watched our nightly television shows. Afterwards I kissed my mother goodnight, said my prayers, and then went to bed and fell asleep. That night is when an unexpected tragedy occurred that would change my life forever.I had a seizure without even knowing what had happened.

I woke up on the floor the following morning and assumed that I had just fallen out of bed because the seizure happened a few hours earlier during the night.

I had a terrible headache and was confused about the situation at hand. My parents did not know that I had a seizure as they did not see me on the floor and of course were not in my room at the time that it happened. I went to school that day and everything seemed to be OK and back to normal.

Then three days later, I had my second seizure while I was sleeping and this time, I was convulsing with vibrant noises and shaking a lot. So now my parents heard me and came to my room, and they could see me having my second seizure of my life. They took me to the hospital, and I was admitted that night for certain diagnostic tests to determine what the situation was and what could be done for me.

I will never forget the one test that was given to me at that time known as the EEG electroencephalogram where they inserted very sharp tacks into my skull to monitor the brain waves for abnormalities in the brain. They inserted twelve to sixteen tacks over the top...