Never doubt the power of prayer

Back in 8th grade, when I was about 13, I was one of two finalists in a high-jumping competition. We were jumping at a pretty big height for that age—almost six feet. I gave it as big a jump as I could and cleared the bar. But I cleared the mat as well and landed flat on my back. My head came slamming down. I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in my gym teacher's office. He was asking me questions, such as "How many fingers am I holding up?" and "Do you know your address and phone number?"

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