Hi I'm mercy and this is my story.

Ever since before I was born it was my mom and dad and my older brother and soon after three years a gift was given and a child was born which was me and everyone was so happy, and me not having any memory of the past I do have this one memory that I'm sharing with you.

After a year passed by after the day I was born a horrific Incident occured and out of all the memories I could remember that the incident happened on a December, it was a dark night and my mom and dad where inside the house and left me and my brother outside to play and in the compound where we all stayed we had neighbors some where friendly and the others not to be spoken off (smirks). We were alone and my neighbor was the only one who had power in his house so, me with my curious little brain of mine went to his power line and touched the wire and it's send me into the air, the painful part of it all is that it was raining and as the wire was surging all the electricity into my body I was still being flunged around by it until my brother ran to call my parents and they all came out and also not to forget that we had a pastor in the compound so the all came out trying to figure out a way to get me off and by then I was already turning black and I didn't know how painful it felt because I was just a baby and i don't really remember the pain. So, they finally figured out a way to get me off and they get a stick and hit me a couple of times till I fell of the tire that my hand was stuck to and I was taken to the hospital and I was thankfully just in a short coma and luckily the doctor use it as an opportunity to commence a surgery on me.

But before the surgery my father couldn't afford it so he went around trying to get money for the surgery or I lose my life and I was running out of time to survive since I was just turning 2 years old the doctor even gave an advice not to hold the surgery on me because I was too young to even start losing such amount of blood but my dad who is also a pastor went home, got down on his knees and prayed to God about my life and luckily the money for the surgery came and my dad had to speak to the doctor to commence the surgery so that I won't lose my life eventually still me being in a coma he cut My flesh from my waist region to patch my hand because due to the shock two of my fingers you're seriously damaged and my bones were visible so the only option was skin crafting and by the grace of God the surgery was successful and after some few days I woke up feeling nothing but a slight pain.

And I can still remember that it was on the first of January that I got out of the hospital and everyone celebrated me being alive and not dead and the only time I actually found about all these was when I grow up scene two scars on my fingers and wondering why they were there that wasn't like asked my mom and dad and it told me all about what happened when I was young and how I would have lost my life. And I am so grateful to God for being able to live.

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