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DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MY PERSONAL TESTIMONY. I AM NOT TRYING TO PERSUADE OR COERCE ANYONE INTO ANY RELIGIOUS BELIEF.

A few years ago, after completing my compulsory six-month Industrial Training (IT) and waiting for my final year session to begin, I was working on a practical project for my IT defense, which was to be presented soon.

While using a very sharp knife to cut some materials, it slipped from my hand and landed right between my left thumb and index finger. The cut was so deep that I could literally see my bone. Blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking my room in minutes.

Sensing the danger, I quickly poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding, but it didn’t work. The cut was too deep and wide, and I couldn’t even bear to look at it twice. In a panic, I tore a piece of fabric, wrapped it around my hand, and rushed to a nearby drugstore owned by a nurse.

As soon as she saw the depth of my wound, she gasped and asked what had happened. I just told her to proceed with the treatment, assuring her I’d explain later. She cleaned and dressed the wound with some liquid medication, and almost instantly, the bleeding stopped.

When she asked if I wanted stitches, I refused out of fear, insisting the wound would heal on its own.


THE UNEXPECTED TURN

After the final dressing and bandaging of the wound, I felt relieved as the nurse explained my treatment routine and the medications I needed to take. But suddenly, everything went blank.

I felt empty, as if my soul was leaving my body. It was a painful, forceful separation, and I was utterly helpless. My body felt dry, drained of life. In those few moments, I experienced something beyond comprehension—I felt as though I was traveling between the past and future, reliving memories in flashes. My soul was crying, and my biggest thought was how my mother would react upon hearing that her son had died in school.

It all happened so quickly. Just as I was about to collapse completely, I heard a loud cry: "THE BLOOD OF JESUS! OH, THE BLOOD OF JESUS!"

Over and over, the nurse repeated these words. In that instant, my soul awakened, and an unexplainable surge of energy rushed through my body.

Apparently, while I was slipping away, the nurse noticed my eyes rolling back and turning white. Realizing I was losing consciousness, she immediately began pleading the blood of Jesus over me. That was how I came back to life!


A MIRACULOUS HEALING

As if that wasn’t enough, another miracle followed—the deep wound that should have taken weeks to heal started closing up within days. Even the nurse was astonished! She attributed it to me having good skin, but deep down, I knew it was God at work.

Despite my injury, I completed my project successfully and defended it excellently. Today, I have long graduated, healthy and strong, to the glory of God.

👀

tHANK gOD FOR THIS WONDERFUL TESTIMONY.HE IS THE BALM OF GILEAD. HOPE YOU ARE USING THE LIFE HE HAS GIVEN YOU BACK TO SERVE HIM?

Interesting

These things are hard to believe without video evidences

I don’t understand, did Jesus do blood transfusion for you?

Did his blood group match yours?

Only. A fool in his heart says there's no God


Countless times I've experienced miraculous deliverances and healings and never for once i have attributed them to my smartness or being calculative
I just know say na God just run am for me

Stay strong OP

Omoawoke:
I don’t understand, did Jesus do blood transfusion for you?

Did his blood group match yours?

I don’t know how it happened, bro! That was my experience as I narrated it… I knew I had lost a lot of blood, which could have required a blood transfusion. I kid you not—I was dying for real. My vision went blank, my body felt empty and dry… The only thing that revived me was her voice crying,"The blood of Jesus!" on my behalf.

Everything happened so quickly. It was one of the most painful experiences of my life because it affected my body, soul, and spirit. You see, death—the separation of the soul from the body?—is incredibly painful, no matter how it comes. That was the day I truly understood that life is nothing.

It’s when someone is about to die that they suddenly understand almost everything at once. Our physical body is so limited. You won’t believe it, but since that incident, I have never taken any blood transfusion. It’s hard to explain.

GistMedia0:
I don’t know how it happened, bro! That was my experience as I narrated it… I knew I had lost a lot of blood, which could have required a blood transfusion. I kid you not—I was dying for real. My vision went blank, my body felt empty and dry… The only thing that revived me was her voice crying,"The blood of Jesus!" on my behalf.

Everything happened so quickly. It was one of the most painful experiences of my life because it affected my body, soul, and spirit. You see, death—the separation of the soul from the body?—is incredibly painful, no matter how it comes. That was the day I truly understood that life is nothing.

It’s when someone is about to die that they suddenly understand almost everything at once. Our physical body is so limited. You won’t believe it, but since that incident, I have never taken any blood transfusion. It’s hard to explain.

Isn't this gistlover?

Very fascinating testimony. May the name of God be praised. One thing about religious experiences is that they cannot be translated exactly the same way the person experienced it. That is one reason why people may not understand why the person feels the way he feels about his/her experience.

Smh...

If she was screaming your name, the same exact thing would have happened. It wasn't the name she was calling that brought you back, it was the noise in itself that awakened you from your slumber.

It's best to understand things before giving superstitious explanation to everything.

erad:
Smh...

If she was screaming your name, the same exact thing would have happened. It wasn't the name she was calling that brought you back, it was the noise in itself that awakened you from your slumber.

It's best to understand things before giving superstitious explanation to everything.

If it was my name she screamed, I would never have survived it, sir. My sins were too many... I pray you never experience it.

GistMedia0:
If it was my name she screamed, I would never have survived it, sir. My sins were too many... I pray you never experience it.

Lols.

It doesn't work that way, but whatever makes you sleep better at night.

erad:
Lols.

It doesn't work that way, but whatever makes you sleep better at night.

Bro carry water drink
I know una type, you guys hardly believe that this world is fill with spiritual stuff until it happen

GistMedia0:
➜I don’t know how it happened, bro! That was my experience as I narrated it… I knew I had lost a lot of blood, which could have required a blood transfusion. I kid you not—I was dying for real. My vision went blank, my body felt empty and dry… The only thing that revived me was her voice crying, "The blood of Jesus!" on my behalf.
➜Everything happened so quickly. It was one of the most painful experiences of my life because it affected my body, soul, and spirit. You see, death—the separation of the soul from the body? —is incredibly painful, no matter how it comes. That was the day I truly understood that life is nothing.
➜It’s when someone is about to die that they suddenly understand almost everything at once. Our physical body is so limited. You won’t believe it, but since that incident, I have never taken any blood transfusion. It’s hard to explain.

1. Your conclusion that you required blood was not based on the diagnosis of your doctor but on your private assumption?

2. This is all gibberish as people experience pain differently.

3. Ugh! Stop with the storytelling abeg and tell us exactly the facts as relayed by the doctors. Were you required to get a blood transfusion or not?

Ceenachi:
Bro carry water drink
I know una type, you guys hardly believe that this world is fill with spiritual stuff until it happen

Nobody is saying the world isn't filled with spiritual stuffs, we're just saying there's a reason you have a brain, it's for you to use it. You only attribute something to spirituality when all rational explanations have been exhausted.

There's a big difference between a miracle and mental laziness to find out exactly what happened. Now the explanation is being given to you and you're still choosing to believe what you want. That's on you. Just don't come here and tell me ice cream is snow just because it's white and cold.

GistMedia0:
➜If it was my name she screamed, I would never have survived it, sir. My sins were too many... I pray you never experience it.

But she was screaming in the room while you were going in and out of consciousness, yes or no? You cut your hand and somehow believe the blood you lost from that was enough to cause you to lose your life?

🤣🤣🤣🤣

Omoawoke:
I don’t understand, did Jesus do blood transfusion for you?

Did his blood group match yours?

GistMedia0:
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MY PERSONAL TESTIMONY. I AM NOT TRYING TO PERSUADE OR COERCE ANYONE INTO ANY RELIGIOUS BELIEF.

A few years ago, after completing my compulsory six-month Industrial Training (IT) and waiting for my final year session to begin, I was working on a practical project for my IT defense, which was to be presented soon.

While using a very sharp knife to cut some materials, it slipped from my hand and landed right between my left thumb and index finger. The cut was so deep that I could literally see my bone. Blood gushed out like a fountain, soaking my room in minutes.

Sensing the danger, I quickly poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding, but it didn’t work. The cut was too deep and wide, and I couldn’t even bear to look at it twice. In a panic, I tore a piece of fabric, wrapped it around my hand, and rushed to a nearby drugstore owned by a nurse.

As soon as she saw the depth of my wound, she gasped and asked what had happened. I just told her to proceed with the treatment, assuring her I’d explain later. She cleaned and dressed the wound with some liquid medication, and almost instantly, the bleeding stopped.

When she asked if I wanted stitches, I refused out of fear, insisting the wound would heal on its own.


THE UNEXPECTED TURN

After the final dressing and bandaging of the wound, I felt relieved as the nurse explained my treatment routine and the medications I needed to take. But suddenly, everything went blank.

I felt empty, as if my soul was leaving my body. It was a painful, forceful separation, and I was utterly helpless. My body felt dry, drained of life. In those few moments, I experienced something beyond comprehension—I felt as though I was traveling between the past and future, reliving memories in flashes. My soul was crying, and my biggest thought was how my mother would react upon hearing that her son had died in school.

It all happened so quickly. Just as I was about to collapse completely, I heard a loud cry: "THE BLOOD OF JESUS! OH, THE BLOOD OF JESUS!"

Over and over, the nurse repeated these words. In that instant, my soul awakened, and an unexplainable surge of energy rushed through my body.

Apparently, while I was slipping away, the nurse noticed my eyes rolling back and turning white. Realizing I was losing consciousness, she immediately began pleading the blood of Jesus over me. That was how I came back to life!


A MIRACULOUS HEALING

As if that wasn’t enough, another miracle followed—the deep wound that should have taken weeks to heal started closing up within days. Even the nurse was astonished! She attributed it to me having good skin, but deep down, I knew it was God at work.

Despite my injury, I completed my project successfully and defended it excellently. Today, I have long graduated, healthy and strong, to the glory of God.

She shouldn’t have asked if you wanted stitches. A cut that wide would require it. You met the right kind of person . You could have died and gone to heaven . If I were you , she would become my close friend and confidant .

rickleye:
She shouldn’t have asked if you wanted stitches. A cut that wide would require it. You met the right kind of person . You could have died and gone to heaven . If I were you , she would become my close friend and confidant .

I was just afraid of the needle and thread piercing my skin that’s why I refused it. The lady’s cries truly saved my soul. Someone up there claimed that if she had called my name, I would have woken up, but that’s not true. Only I know how I truly felt in that moment.

The strange thing is, it all happened so fast—really, really fast. In just a split second, I was caught between life and death. But by God’s mercy, I survived. I no longer live there; I moved away immediately after graduation.

GistMedia0:
I don’t know how it happened, bro! That was my experience as I narrated it… I knew I had lost a lot of blood, which could have required a blood transfusion. I kid you not—I was dying for real. My vision went blank, my body felt empty and dry… The only thing that revived me was her voice crying,"The blood of Jesus!" on my behalf.

Everything happened so quickly. It was one of the most painful experiences of my life because it affected my body, soul, and spirit. You see, death—the separation of the soul from the body?—is incredibly painful, no matter how it comes. That was the day I truly understood that life is nothing.

It’s when someone is about to die that they suddenly understand almost everything at once. Our physical body is so limited. You won’t believe it, but since that incident, I have never taken any blood transfusion. It’s hard to explain.

You just have to manufacture this gist to keep the hustle going ?



Concocting stories isn't your thing,sha

This one is washy.

Wow! I love this and I rejoice with you my brother.

Personally ern, you see that thing called sharp knives ern, I don't play with them o. In fact, there is a very deliberate bluntness to all the knives in my house. Just incase of incasities. There was one period my Akwaibom mother-in-law came for a visit with plenty orishirishi vegetables which she wanted to slice and dry for me. She complained my knives were not sharp and went and got one kind surgical blade 'knife' from God knows where. Omo after she left, I jejely hid the knife far out of reach. I no fit shout.

Hmmm

🥹

Faith

Nothing dey your head.

It's too empty

Trash

Hmmm. No words

Na your time never reach...

GOD IS GOOD
ALL THE TIME

AND

ALL THE TIME
GOD IS GOD

😊

Wow

Story..