I still don’t know how I survived that day. If someone had told me that within 24 hours I’d experience fear, faith, confusion, pain, and unexpected joy all at once. I’d have laughed and waved it off. But this day was different. It wasn’t just unbelievable. It was the kind of day that makes you question life, count your blessings, and remember that sometimes, what feels like the end is just a turning point.
It all started on a Tuesday morning. I had just stepped out of the house, running late for a job interview I had prayed and fasted for. My shirt wasn’t properly ironed, my CV had somehow gotten wet from the rain the night before, and my phone battery was already at 15%. But I still had hope. I told myself, “God no go shame me.”
The bus I entered broke down halfway through the journey. I had to trek almost a kilometer to find another one, sweating under the scorching sun. By the time I got to the company, I was thirty-five minutes late. The receptionist gave me a tired look and said, “Sorry, HR has closed for the day.” I stood there, speechless, heartbroken, and embarrassed. That was my first major heartbreak of the day.
As I was walking back to the bus stop, I got a call from home. My younger brother had just been rushed to the hospital. He had collapsed while playing football in school. My heart nearly stopped. I dashed into the next available cab, forgot to bargain the price, and kept praying all the way there.
When I got to the hospital, he was lying on the bed with oxygen support. The doctor said it was a minor seizure, and he would be fine, but they had to keep him under observation for 24 hours. My mother’s eyes were red from crying. I tried to be strong, even though my legs were shaking. That moment reminded me how fragile life is and how everything can change in a second.
I stayed by his bedside all night. I didn’t sleep. I kept watching the monitor, hoping and praying it wouldn’t beep the wrong way. Around 3 am, he woke up and said, “Brother, I’m hungry.” I laughed and cried at the same time. It was the most beautiful sentence I had ever heard.
By morning, the doctor came in and gave us the good news: “He’s stable now. You can take him home later today.” My heart melted with joy. Just then, I received a message on my phone from the company I had interviewed for. They apologized for missing me and rescheduled the interview for the next day. That second chance felt like a miracle.
That 24 hours taught me more than a hundred sermons. I learned that disappointment can lead to divine appointments. I learned that family comes first, that life is fragile, and that God has a funny way of showing up even in chaos.
Sometimes, the worst days bring out the best in us. I walked into that day thinking it would be a disaster, but I walked out of it full of gratitude, faith, and strength.
It may sound unbelievable, but I lived it and I’ll never forget it.
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