I was diagnosed with Congenital Heart Disease. I was also raised in a Christian family. Those two weren’t meant to go together but it did. As a child, I was told to avoid strenuous activities and that as much as possible, I have to do my stuff indoors. The only friends I’ve got are my Sunday school friends.

As I grew up, my parents felt the need to take me to the cardiologist from time to time and that meant missing Sunday services. Though this wasn’tsuch a big deal to me, it got to the point that my cardiologist said that a surgery was necessary. Of course, 8-year-old-me wasn’t used to hearing stuff like that. My family needed to explain the entire thing to me and when I finally understood, I froze. This was the time my family requested prayers and financial help from friends, relatives and church mates. I even remember the time the entire church prayed for me during one of the services and even though I didn’t fully understand the meaning of it, it made me feel at ease.