What do you do when suddenly everything turns black around you, and someone declares the words you don’t want to hear, because they are to painful? That is where I suddenly found myself the night when our dear Alaa was brought back in an ambulance from Gaza with chest pains, and trouble breathing. We were praying for him in the waiting room. Medical staff had tried to do CPR for a long time and would continue, but they had very little hope to be able to save him. After 35 minutes they decided they wanted to give him one more chance.
Today while making a quick visit, I was told that they were moving him to the Intermediate Department. This is a miricle! Many with Alaa’s difficulties would not have survived this, but hallelujah, he lives! To God be the glory!