My Walk Through Hell

By M. E. Harris

"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." 

John Stuart Mill 

M. E. Harris says, "When you read this book, and I hope you do, you will have to decide where you fall in the above quote. Will you choose to do nothing, or will you take a stand an

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trilogy Christian Publishing
• Release date: Aug 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887389714

M. E. Harris

A graduate of Emmanuel College with a degree in Christian education, the author had a desire to serve God full-time in ministry work. However, God had a different plan. He opened her eyes through the wisdom of Janet Coleman to see that the business world is also a mission field, and that's where God wanted her. She retired as a financial advisor with a large regional bank.

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Acknowledgments

I wish to thank my #1 granddaugther who came to my rescue when she saw me drowning in computer peril. Computers are not my generation but thank God I have a wonderful granddaughter who is as smart as she is beautiful.

Part One

I’ve always liked to write, but I never thought that my first book would be this one. Hello, my name is Elizabeth, and this story is about my grandson, Daniel. I thought that the greatest love that existed besides God’s love was a mother’s love, but then my grandchildren started coming along and bam! There it is again. Different, but just as strong. I remember telling my first granddaughter when she was born, Anything you want, sweetheart, anything. They capture your heart in such a sweet, innocent way and have you wrapped around their fingers so much that when they cry you know it must be the mother’s fault, not theirs.

Such was it when Daniel was born. He came into the world so rapidly that the doctor and nurses were scrambling to catch him as he made his grand entrance. It was so fast that he broke his collar bone. Despite that, he didn’t cry, not one tear. His head was so big that they couldn’t find a cap that would fit. They put one on, but it looked as if it would pop off at any moment.

I immediately fell in love with his big infectious grin that seemed to go ear to ear. He was the sweetest of all my grandchildren. Right after he was born, they discovered that he had a cataract on his left eye. His mother, my daughter Ana, had a bladder infection before she knew she was pregnant, and the doctors believe the medication they gave her for it caused the cataract.

The doctors took the cataract out when he was three weeks old, and he was virtually blind in his left eye. The doctor’s plan was that when he was two or three, they would start bandaging his right eye to attempt to strengthen his left eye, so they could do surgery later. When my daughter started doing that, it terrified Daniel because he couldn’t see at all, and he clung to his mom like his life depended on it. Ana couldn’t stand to see him so upset and scared so she stopped bandaging his good eye. The doctor agreed with her and said he couldn’t do it if it was his own child.

Despite his eye, Daniel was all boy, getting into everything. He had his own built-in time clock. He was up at 7 a.m. and wherever he was he would fall asleep at 7 p.m., tired because he had been going like a whirlwind all day. His stepfather, Mark, had to pull him out of the tree in the back yard almost daily. When he was three, he and his younger sister, who was two, decided to take the family car for a spin. Somehow, he got the car out of park, and they went rolling down the steep driveway waving goodbye. When his mother saw what was happening, she managed to catch up and stop the car before it was on the main road.

Despite his ability to be super active, he was a very sweet child and always liked to have lots of hugs and kisses. His favorite thing was to lay his head in his mother’s lap and have her scratch his head and back. I think he learned that from the family dog. Every child had chores to do, and Daniel was so sweet and gullible that his sisters (he was the only boy) constantly had him doing their chores. His older sister bossed him around, but he didn’t mind. He loved his sisters despite them beating him up and blaming him if something was broken or missing. One time they tried to blame him when he wasn’t even there. He had the sweetest, kindest nature. When my mom was dying of kidney disease, Daniel would sit beside her on the couch, gently put his head on her shoulder, and hold her hand. He loved so hard and hurt even harder.

He was a bundle of energy. He scared my husband to death not long after we were married. We had stopped by my daughter’s house for a minute to pick something up. I went into the kitchen where Ana was starting dinner and my husband was talking with Daniel in the garage. My husband came flying in the door with his eyes bulging out and said, Do you know what Daniel was going to do? Daniel, who was only eight at this time, had put an old mattress up against the wall in the garage and had rigged a jump where he would ride his bike really fast up the ramp and crash into the mattress. Of course, the mattress was taken away