Almost two weeks ago, I was at dinner with my uncle's family. They started talking about random memories from all sorts of people. My uncle's sister Mary said, "remember the time that Hannah almost drowned?" I had never heard this story, and apparently, my mom hadn't either. All of the women had gone shopping that day and so the kids stayed at home with all of the men. I was young, definitely under 4. I was in the pool and then I kind of just sank to the bottom and sat there. I wasn't struggling or fighting... I was just sitting there. Finally, one of them jumped in the pool and got me out and I was fine.

When I was one and half is when I had my first seizure. I later got diagnosed with viralencephalitus. I was one of two survivors that year (so I remember being told). I was in a semi coma for 10 days. This I new about.

It's just weird that I am just now finding out the near drowning experience.

I think about it all... I think about being in a semi coma and almost drowning when I was little. It's things like this that just make me realize how much God loves me. He has saved me so many times and revitalized me. It's amazing. For this, I am so thankful. I feel so undeserving to have a God that has protected me so much in my life. Just think about my driving... I am bad. He protects me all the time - on a daily basis. :)

When I was in Romania, I would walk about a half mile or so every night home from my friend's apartment to mine. I walked by drunk gypsies gambling on the side of the road, barking dogs that were both inside gates of the college, and all sorts of abandoned animals. He protected me. He continues to protect me. Oh how underserving I am and how I hope that I can give Him an ounce of the glory and gratefulness that He deserves.