Dear friends, below is a true story by my friend, Angeline, from Malaysia. It's the story of how God healed her father when the doctor said he only had a couple of months left. It was on her blog Angie's Blog and I got her permission to copy and paste it here cause i thot it was just amazing. Please take time to read it:

Life and Death

Some or most of you may already know that I'm a Christian. I believe in God, more than anything in the world. There's no doubt about it. Being a Christian means to have a personal relationship with God. I know by this point, some will choose to argue and some will agree. Many times, people will ask me "Why did you become a Christian?" I was a non-Christian many years back. The first 10 years of my life was spent doing religious ceremonies that I didn't like or understand. It was just a religion to me. Something that you put in the "Religion" field whenever you fill up a form. I didn't really understand what I was doing or why I had to do certain things. All I know is, I was borned into that and I simply followed.

So the question is "Why did I become a Christian?"

Imagine this. I was 10 years old. At that time, the only thing that was probably in my mind was to be no.1 in my class or what cartoons will be showed on TV that day. Life and death? I hardly know the meaning of it. Everything in life was ok. I have good parents and a brother. I even had grandma who was staying with us at that time. When you are 10, your world seems to be perfect.

One day, my perfect world shattered. I cannot fully describe to you the emotions I went through as a 10 year old. My heart broke. My dad, who was healthy and all ... suddenly was admitted to the hospital. He wasn't involved in an accident but he suddenly became paralyzed. He was suffering from muscular dystrophy. His muscles were slowly being eaten up and we didn't even know. Doc told us "He has only 3 months to live. So, make him happy. Bring him on holidays. Give him what he wants to eat. Because he is going to die".

I mean, what da! We were all in tears when we heard that and for me, I wanted to just slap the doctor. I mean, what a thing to say! I know he was just telling the fact, but that isn't the truth. I was devastated.
After that, my dad tried many things. Mediums, bomohs, temples hidden in the jungles, acupuncture, therapy .. you name it, he tried it. But did he get better? No. He got worst instead. We were at losing grounds already. Nothing worked. Nothing helped. I saw my dad from a healthy man to a sickly man - half the size he was before. It was just terrible.

One day, as the whole family was busy preparing for some religious day, my dad was in the hall, sleeping. Or so we thought. We were so busy that we didn't even realized that he actually died! Yes, he died! And we didn't even know until our aunt, who came to visit my dad - tried waking him up. We all started panicking, crying hysterically, .. all in a frenzy. We didn't know what to do!

Then all of a sudden, my dad woke up with tears in his eyes. He told us that he had died and was in this really dark place. But all of a sudden, he heard my aunt's voice and that brought him back.
And you may be asking again, "What has that got to do with you becoming a Christian?"
You see, this aunt who came to visit us, is a Christian. She had been trying to share the gospel with my family for years. And everytime, my dad would make fun of her and sent her home crying. And on that day, when my aunt came, she "felt" like she had to come visit us and try again - never gave up on us, thank God.
And so, God gave my dad a second chance. A chance to evade death and live.
The story doesn't end here. After that incident, the whole family believed in Jesus. And my dad?? From paralyzed, he went into a wheelchair. From a wheelchair, he used crutches to get around. From crutches, he changed to a walking cane. And from a walking cane.... he is walking and running, as though nothing had hit him before. The doc got a shock of his life when my dad went back to the hospital to show him that he didn't die.
If you don't believe me, go take a look at my dad now. He being alive and well, is already proof.
And that was 14 years ago.
So, why did I become a Christian? Simple. Because He is real.