When Donald was a toddler, about 2 years old, I used to watch him in his crib. He would be watching something up by the ceiling, and communicating with it, in "his" way (non verbal). He would be smiling, nodding yes or no, pointing and gesturing. A few years later, I asked him about it. He said he saw winged angels, little, up there. He drew them. They looked just like cherubs. It was not something he was afraid of. I wish I had a camcorder at the time. I feel that there may have been an angelic intervention because Donnie could have not made it when we were left for dead. He is here now, and he is happy... but... he is unable to live life to its fullest. Thank you very much for your prayers. It would be wonderful to get a miracle to heal him. It would be wonderful to hear my son's voice as he talks to me. I would love to see him be able to have a job, a girl friend, and a life of his own. Please pray that God heal him
