Our Prayers Were Answered

Hi boys and girls! 

Here are some more stories. I hope they make you think, and you ask your parents about them. They are true. 

Once upon a time, there was a dear little 18 month old boy named Kirt. He lived in San Pedro California, and had a big brother named Lynn D and a new born sister named Shauna. Kirt loved to play at his Grandma Engh's house, because he had an aunt Lorraine there too. Kirt's mama was home with new baby Shauna, and Grandma was tending the boys for a few hours.

  

One day Kirt was in the front yard of Grandma's house with his new toy pail and spade, or scoop. There was no good dirt there to play with, as it was all grass, so he decided to go a little farther to where he could see some good dirt and gravel. He was so happy. 

However, the dirt was a driveway next to Grandma's house, and that was the day a neighbor named Mrs. Peterman decided to drive her car to the store. As she backed out of the driveway, she did not see a little boy sitting there. Soon she felt a bump, and it scared her. She got out of her car and began screaming that she had run over that little boy!! 

Grandma came running out of the house, and she and Mrs Peterman picked up the crying boy with the crushed pail. 

They were glad he was crying as they knew he was alive! 

Kirt was rushed to the San Pedro Hospital, just a few blocks away, and the Doctors gave him a sucker with aspirin in it. That made Kirt happy.  

The Doctors could not find anything seriously wrong with him but they did see tire tracks across his bare back. 

 After awhile they sent him home, and by then his mama was there too. Everyone was so sad and worried about that precious little boy who had been run over. 

Later his dad was there too, and everyone prayed for Kirt to be all better. 

The next day Kirt was kind of sore, and he walked carefully, but he did get all better. All of the family were so grateful for his life, and that Heavenly Father had heard their prayers and healed him.

Kirt grew up to be a big, tall man and he had his own little boys and girls. That is why we pray for each other, and are so happy when each person is safe and well. 

 The end