I hate to see people suffer, therefore, I began to pray.  As the Lord speaks through me, he gives me words to say.
One day long ago, I was walking to my" Hair Dresser," after leaving my car.  It was  very close, so I didn't have to walk far.
As I turned the corner, I saw a man, who appeared to be dead on the ground.  The Police Officers, and other people were standing quietly around.  I said to the Police Officers, "What has happened here?"  They said, the people said, that he had fallen out with a stroke.  I knew I needed God right then, and His heavenly host.
I politely stooped down and whispered a prayer, concerning this man who didn't appear to be alive.  I felt the presence of God, standing by my side.  When I opened my eyes, I saw a light upon this man's face.  I knew right then, the Lord had answered my case.
The man quickly set up with a great big smile, speaking words as he tried to stand.  He gave us his address, while pointing his hand.  
I gave all the "Glory," to God for hearing me when I pray.  I make this a life style, to remember to pray everyday.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing