I’ll call Om Mon a great friend. A father figure. He was one of the first people that was nice to me and truly interested in how I was doing – how’s your house? bike? family? language lessons?  He’s all of 5 feet tall, and has a great faith, testimony, laugh, and outlook. 

When I’d bring an RDI vehicle back after an airport run, or work late in the office we’d stand in the parking lot or at the gate and talk for an hour while we watched the stars. He is always pointing me toward trusting God. 

Last month he had massive problems breathing and they rushed him to a clinic, where they said there was nothing they could do and sent him home. On the way home he coded, and his wife who doesn’t believe in Jesus called out to 'Jesus healer'... and he revived. Miracle #1. 

They rushed him to the French hospital in town where they put him on a vent and did the whole works. 6 days later he was still laying there, and not looking good. His family decided to take him to Vietnam for another opinion, and the next day they were sent home – no advice, no new techniques. 

6:15am Monday morning neighbor is pounding on my door – Om Mon and his family were on their way back from Vietnam so he could die at home. Everyone was gathering at his house. 

My heart pounded in my chest and throat as I fought back tears and threw myself together. As I rushed, I asked God how I should pray - quick death with no pain, or healing. Healing, child, pray for him to live. 

What a scene. Him laying on a wooden bed and people literally wailing. He hadn’t even died yet – certainly not what I’d want to hear! They pulled out the catheter, the manual breathing apparatus, and the IV. He coughed and gagged and foamed. Like nothing I’d ever seen before, and a hundred people were gathered. 

They started prep for the funeral by bringing in tables and getting food, and they changed his clothes into something white. His breathing was labored and he was in and out of consciousness. People prayed with him and talked to him. 

Nothing. 

The Christians decided they should sing and pray to raise his spirits and make his exit more peaceful than what he was hearing. Even people who don't believe joined in – 40-strong. I was still praying for healing (and it turns out others were too). Hang on – sit up – stop the Buddhist preparations his family demanded even though he loved and followed Jesus – show everyone how your God is bigger than human doctors. 

And almost an hour later – he sat up. You should've seen the faces in the crowd. And he said he was thirsty. Miracle #2.

Today he's back at work and says he’s 95%. The doctors said he’d be lucky to be at 50%. And he can’t stop talking about how God healed him and how he saw Jesus and 3 others as he was near death. And not just Om Mon is talking – EVERYONE is talking about it. God’s using him for countless other Miracles.  

If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't believe my own story.