Miracles, prayer and faith
When I was about 7 years old and staying in a small cabin in Ilnick lagoon in Alaska. I contracted some kind of gastrointestinal infection and rapidly became so dehydrated that I became lethargic and deathly ill. There was no access to any hospital or physician of any kind since we were in Alaska and my father was gone by plane. If something was not done quickly, I would likely die. Ken Manthey, a priesthood holder of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, laid his hands on my head and gave me a priesthood blessing. In that blessing he pronounced that I would be healed. Within a matter of minutes, I was completely recovered and playing outside without any symptoms of an illness. I recall laying in my own feces, feeling almost unable to stand. Then I recall Ken laying his hands on my head and telling me to be healed. I then recall feeling better, changing my pants and going outside and running in the sand around the house. I recall thinking “he healed me”. My mother, Jane W...