Dr. Su told me "I don't think I can save you young man! You had better make your peace with God!"

I went into emergency surgery that evening without much hope for survival. I can not adequately describe what it felt like to not have any time to say goodbye to family or friends. I had only enough time to say a quick prayer for mercy before slipping into an anesthetically induced unconsciousness.

God you are my source of comfort. You are my everlasting strength in the midst of the storm. God you have helped me to endure so many trials. I know that you will always be near. God you are my source of strength. You comfort me when nothing else can.

With proper medical care, my epilepsy was reduced from severe to mild by the time I was nine. In December, 1967, at age 12, I was secretly kidnapped from my parents' home in Miami, FL (where we had moved in 1962), by a total stranger who, threatening to kill at the least resistance, took me two blocks from my home, mercilessly raped me for two hours, then dumped me back home.