The Ripple of a Miracle
The Story of Prentice Terry Minner II (PT)

Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday Dear PT,   Happy Birthday to You!

It is the morning of December 23, 1999, and there is a puzzled look on PT's face as I sing him the Happy Birthday song, because I usually wake him up with the song that goes "Good Morning to You, Good Morning to You, Good Morning Dear PT, God's Blessings on You!".  I was particularly interested in how PT would respond, because he had not been feeling well for approximately 10 days.  He had the symptoms of a mild cold, and the advice nurse that I had been consulting advised me to keep the fever under control and watch for any unusual symptoms.  But on this particular morning, even though he was jovial, the spirit within me said, "Take him to the hospital, now!".

When I suggested that I was going to take him to the hospital, Gary, a young man who is working with our ministry, said that he thought PT looked OK and that I should just wait a little while longer.  A nurse friend of mine suggested that since it was his birthday and there was a celebration planned, that I should wait and take him to the hospital in the morning if his symptoms continued.  She asked me a few questions regarding his condition, his appearance and his reactions, such as was he going limp, etc.  I responded 'no', but to the contrary.  He was singing hi "Na Na" song quite enthusiastically, and seemed by all other indications to be normal.  Yet the Holy Spirit inside of me told me to take him to the hospital without delay.

I informed Gary that I needed to take him to the hospital and to get the car ready.  We hurriedly drove him to the nearest Kaiser Clinic, only to find that the Pediatric Department was closed for lunch.  So we decided to have lunch as well, rather than wait in the waiting room.  During this lunch, PT had a hearty appetite, which included a full bowl of oatmeal, a little eggs, and drank all his milk and juice.  I even entertained the thought of waiting until Monday because he seemed to be doing so well.  And yet the Spirit persisted in persuading me to not pay attention to outside indications and to take him to the hospital.

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