Seeing the god Thor in Chris Hemsworth's beautiful face, gorgeous hair and physique standing next to my bed is no doubt a delusional hallucination. Please, do not wake me up.
"There is no excuse to why I hit your head with my hammer. I don't know what came out of me."
His deep masculine voice has healing tones that are easing the aches all over my head and neck.
"The helmet you are wearing had been forged in the Pyramids of Egypt, baptized in River Jordan and oiled in Israel. My hammer is now cracked but still works just fine."
Mama just finished her two-week pilgrimage in Egypt, Israel and Jordan. My 71-year-old mother joined other Filipino pilgrims and fulfilled their life-long dreams of visiting famous biblical places.
Mama's prayer warriors and all my guardian angels are so powerful that I am now called a living miracle. God's will can be negotiable. The bargain Mama pleaded for was taken for consideration and then materialized into a miracle.
I am grateful. No words can suffice how thankful I am but I want answers. Why did this happened to me? Why is my right eye now blind? Why do bad things happen to good people? What is the purpose of my survival?
Thor bends down and kisses my forehead.
"Please don't go yet," I said.
"I am not going anywhere till I answer all your questions."
"Really?"
"Yes. But first tell me. When was the last time you washed your hair?"
My hair! Oh no! I have been in the ICU for six days. No showers since then.
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SpiritualI thought Thor hit the back of my head with his hammer. The first hit, I felt my skull shattered. The second hit was worse. The third left me unconscious. Luckily, my husband decided to walk the dogs with me that cold November 22nd morning. The par...
