Never shall I forget the moment when the doctors in Santo Domingo told me I needed a complicated operation on my heart as soon as possible. They ran some tests and found something very dangerous in my heart. My grandmother started crying, so I started crying, too. I thought I could die or something terrible would happen to me. But, I was more worried about my grandmother because she looked so upset, I thought something could happen to her, too.
My grandmother was sad because she thought I was going to suffer and she could not do anything about it. She felt like a bystander who didn’t know how to help me. She came close to me, sobbing, and said, “Oh my nieto, everything will be okay. I swear God will help us. Don't worry, I'm here with you.”
“I am so scared about this, what if something bad happens during the operation,” I said.
“I told you that everything will be okay. Don't worry and cree en dios, that He will help us,” my grandmother said.
“Did you have an operation like this before?” I asked her.
“No,” she answered. “But I believe in God, and the doctor says everything will be okay.”
The doctor told us that the operation would be in five days and that we could go back home. I moved in with my grandmother so that she could give me homeopathic medicine from her mother, and also pray to God every day and every night. She made me an unpleasant medication that was thick, brown and smelled disgusting.
I saw how my grandmother cares about me and does her best just to help me. The day after we prayed to God, my grandmother looked at me and said, “I love you so much, you are everything in my life.”
Finally the day of the operation came. I was nervous. Some of my family was there, but just my grandmother and my mom were in the hospital room with me. They tried to calm me down. My grandmother held my hands very tightly. The doctor came to give me the last test. A few minutes later the he came back and said a miracle had happened.
“You, Victor Tejada, don't need an operation,” the doctor said.
“But how did this happen, doctor? We don't understand,” my mom said.
“I know, I'm surprised too, because the problem you had in your heart disappeared. It is a miracle,” the doctor said.
My grandmother and I were in shock. We didn't say anything. I looked at her and she looked at me. We still said nothing. I gave her a hug and said, “I love you. Thank God for giving me this beautiful family that I love.”
It was like this that my grandmother saved me.
From this moment, I learned that the people who love you are the only ones you need to be happy in your life, and also health. There are many people and children in the world that do not have family, so I need to say thank God for my family and for the people who love me.