Most of us have nightmares from time to time.  Some involve a bad experience from our childhood or perhaps the recollection of a book we've read or movie we've seen.  For someone like myself who spent the first 52 years of his life as an independent spirit, doing what he wanted when he wanted most of the time, my worst nightmare would be losing that independence.

I was raised in a Christian home, went to church every week, and even attended sixteen years of parochial school.  So I certainly knew about God, although I'm not sure I ever truly knew God.  At least not like I would come to know Him through the experience I'm about to relate.

So imagine my devastation when on May 21, 1999 I was diagnosed with Guillain-Barre’ Syndrome.  I'll tell you more about the illness itself later.  It is a very debilitating attack on the peripheral nervous system.  It can strike without warning and leave its victim totally incapacitated.  The whole ordeal for me actually began on Thursday, May 20, 1999, and this is that story.