Testimony of Miracles

By Brother Don Haynes

Testimony of Miracles is a powerful life experience of death and near-death events, followed by visitations of angels to bring guidance to a child who was left abandoned on the streets at age seven. It is about a young man who joined the military, to die in battle, to escape the misery of not having a family and living on the streets, to having a supernatural force save his life hundreds of times in the Vietnam War, to being visited in person and given instructions that put him in church and revealed these thirty miracles of the past and unfold in the present.

After being sanctified by the Holy Spirit and going through a period of forgiveness, teachings began at his bedside as the Holy Spirit Himself taught him the Holy Bible and directed his new life in the likeness of Jesus Christ (I John 2:27).

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Jan 29, 2013
• ISBN: 9781449783136

Brother Don Haynes

The author lived a very hard, uneducated life, producing hatred, being rejected, alcoholism, drug addiction, and pornography, to being a loving, caring, godly man, giving his time, resources, love, and compassion to jails, nursing homes, the homeless, and God’s love revealed in him, sharing it with everyone he meets, all the days of his life.

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Chapter 1

The Drowning!

I n 1952, I was four years old. We lived in a small wood-frame cottage in the woods. We had neither electricity nor running water. Our bathroom was an outhouse about sixty yards behind the cottage. My mom, dad, sister, and brother worked hard to keep the ancient woodstove burning all the time. My chores were stealing eggs out of birds’ nests in the trees, collecting wood, picking poke salad, fetching water from the creek, and anything else Momma wanted me to do. We never had much because my dad would leave to find work and would stay gone a month at a time. He always came home broke because he had a drinking problem.

One day, my brother, Charles, took me down to the lake where we often played and fished. While exploring, we found a rowboat, and he talked me into going with him out on the lake. My brother was about ten years old, and he rowed us out into the middle of the lake. He began violently rocking the boat back and forth. I was terrified and screamed at him to stop. He laughed and continued until I flew out of the boat into the lake, screaming and crying.

I had never been in water before except the washtub that Momma used to bathe us kids. I panicked in sheer terror. I took in a lot of water and went under. A few moments later, I came up kicking and screaming but lost the battle as I saw my brother rowing away from me. I went down again, and my lungs filled up with water. I used up all of my strength trying to get back up to the surface. I began to sink and felt my little life being snuffed out.

I slowly sank, knowing that I was going to die. I closed my eyes as tightly as I could and let the rest of the air out of my body. When I opened my eyes, I was on top of the water; my lungs were dry. I had just enough strength to dog-paddle to shore. I was raging mad at my brother and began zinging rocks at him. I hit Charles in the head twice. We were never close again after that.

Chapter 2

Attacked by a Mad Dog!

M y father died in 1954, when I was six years old. A year later, my mom took my brother and sister with her and moved away while I was in school. At age seven, I was left to fend for myself out on the streets of Daytona Beach, Florida. I adapted well to street life. I was used to not having much, and survival came naturally to me. It was the beatings, being held down and raped, and being chased by crooks, cops, storeowners, and other kids that stole my innocence, my childhood, and very nearly my life. I ripped off enough newspaper machines to buy a used bicycle and made trips back and forth to the beach and town. I could find food in town and a safe place to sleep at night on or near the beach.

One day, as I was making my rounds through the neighborhoods, trying to make a dollar working in someone’s yard, I was attacked by a huge black dog. I was knocked off my bicycle in a wooded area between houses on the street. The dog was foaming at the mouth as he lunged at me. I seemed to be out of time when time suddenly slowed down. I distinctly heard a voice whisper in my ear, As the dog gets closer, grab his snout, both upper and lower jaw, then squeeze as hard as you can.

When the dog lunged, I did exactly as the voice said. I grabbed his snout and squeezed as hard as I could. The dog began yelping, and I let him go. He ran back into the woods with his tail between his legs. I looked around for the person who had told me what to do, but no one was there. I shrugged my shoulders and went on down the street.

Chapter 3

Delivered from a Dumpster

O ne day when I was ten years old and still living on the street, I noticed the most wonderful smell of cookies and crackers baking. I followed the wonderful aroma, which led to a factory that baked cookies and crackers. I noticed a couple of men throwing boxes into a Dumpster behind the factory. I waited until the men returned inside, and then I climbed into the Dumpster. I found a wonderful assortment of crackers, cookies, and even some nuts. I began stuffing my face. I’d eaten just about I all could hold when a loud noise startled me. It was time to leave. As I went to look out the small sliding door, I was slammed to the bottom as the Dumpster shook violently.

The forks from the big dump truck slid under the Dumpster and lifted it off the ground. As I rushed to get out, the small side door slid down and stuck. I tried with all of my strength to get the door open, but it was jammed. I screamed and banged on the sides of the Dumpster, but the driver could not hear me.

I was crying and screaming as loudly as I could, but I thought no one heard me. I knew when the Dumpster tilted over that I would be dumped into the truck. I would be killed. I knew the hydraulic steel plate inside would slide down and crush everything in the Dumpster. It would then compact it toward the rear.

I was hysterical when the Dumpster stopped moving. I felt the Dumpster slowly coming back down. I knew the man must have heard me. When the Dumpster hit the ground, I opened the door and looked out. The driver was walking toward the factory. He had never heard my cries. I felt something hot drip on my shoulder and looked up. Hydraulic fluid was pouring out of a burst hose on the right side of the vehicle. I climbed out and ran.

Only the Lord knows the time when we are to die, not us. He performs the wonders. Thank you, Jesus.

Chapter 4

Extremely Smart Motorcycle!

I n 1964 I was sixteen years old and still on the streets in Daytona Beach, Florida, but with a full-time job. I worked for my meals in a