Posted by Medical News Now on Monday, January 23, 2019 14:22:06I’m not a priest.

I’ve never been one.

I’m a retired nurse, but my life was more of a hobby.

I’m married to a priest, and he’s a minister of the priesthood.

I don’t believe in heaven.

I believe that life is short.

I grew up with a lot of things that are considered holy.

I had my dad give me a Bible and a Bible with an image of a crucifix and the words, “Hail Mary, full of grace.”

That was my religion.

I also went to Catholic school and a little bit of the Bible.

I was a Catholic school kid, but I wasn’t a Catholic.

I started my career as a medical assistant, and then I went to the hospital.

That’s how I started.

I worked in the operating room for a while and then, one day, I got a call from the hospital saying, “We’ve had a cardiac arrest.”

They had a couple of people in the room.

They were really, really sick, and I was the first one there.

I knew there was something wrong.

The doctors were saying, Oh, we can’t do this, but it’s a very rare situation.

I had to get a heart monitor and I took the heart and put it in my chest.

It was really a traumatic experience.

My heart had just stopped.

I felt like I was going to die.

I cried.

I kept praying, and they said, “You need to stay in the ICU.

We can do this.

You can do it.”

So I stayed in the hospital, but then I had to go home.

That was a really, very traumatic time.

The first day I got home, I went straight to bed.

My mom woke me up.

She said, Oh.

I think I just got a shock.

I said, Yeah, I’m fine.

Then I was lying there, in bed, thinking, What am I going to do?

I can’t tell you, because I didn’t want to wake anybody up.

Then the next day I woke up.

I got up and I saw a doctor.

The doctor said, You’re doing okay.

I couldn’t believe it.

I just thought, This is crazy.

He said, Well, it’s just an emergency, it doesn’t mean anything.

I asked him, What happened?

He said that the heart had stopped.

He had a CT scan, which showed the heart was going a lot slower.

I thought, Wow.

I guess I’m okay now.

I took my time.

I didn.

I talked to my family, my pastor, and my friends, and finally, I told my dad, I think this is a miracle.

He’s still my best friend.

I haven’t talked to him in a while.

He’s the one who told me that he was going through the same thing.

My dad, my aunt, and some of my best friends, they were all crying when I told them about it.

I don’t know what happened, but after a while, I was okay.

My doctors told me, You can still do it, you just need to take it slow.

I made a plan and started walking in the mornings.

I went into the operating rooms and started getting ready.

I started to work at a hospital.

It’s been almost four years.

I did the surgery, but we were working on a case together, and there was a big heart attack.

I told the patient, I need to be in the surgery room with you, and she said, I don’st know what’s going on.

I called my mom, and her mom came to me and told me I’m going to be okay.

She’s a good person.

I feel like a good mother.

She always says, “God bless you.”

I have a good relationship with my wife, my son, and our two children.

I love the church, I love God, I have faith, I go to Mass every day, and it’s always peaceful.

It always seems to be peaceful.