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Hello, my name is Erica. I was born on December 25, 1993, to my mother Angela and my father, Eric. Yes, that's right. I was a Christmas baby. I was the only girl of 5 children.
When I was 3 years old, I was diagnosed with this rare disease called the Rotavirus. The Rotavirus is a type of infection that's most common in children under the age of 5. It's highly contagious and easily transmittable. While it occurs most often in young children, adults can also get the infection, although it's usually less severe.
It causes vomiting, diarrhea, severe fatigue, high fever, dehydration, and abdominal pain. Dry mouth and sunken eyes are also symptoms.
I was rushed to the emergency room in Tallassee, Al, where I was currently living. But they couldn't do much because it was severe and out of their hands, so they airlifted me to the Children's Hospital in Birmingham, Al.
It took the doctors 3 months to finally diagnose me with this rare disease. Before they diagnosed me, my kidneys failed, my sugar ( glucose ) had gone up into the 1000s. I also had liver damage, and the doctors really gave up on me.
It was the Grace of God and my mother, who was a praying warrior; she never gave up on me. God had the final say-so on my life, he gave the doctors the ability to find out what was causing all of these symptoms I was having.
That virus was very rare at the time, and they've never seen anything like it ever. Once the doctors found out what was going on and started treating me, everything turned around quickly, I had to learn how to walk again going to rehab from lying in the hospital bed 3 months straight.
I'm currently 25 years old and have one child whose name is Camden, and he's 1 year old and so smart and handsome. I knew that God had a plan for me because he kept me here on earth when I could have been dead and gone. I KNOW I AM A LIVING TESTIMONY! I know there's a God and I'm LIVING PROOF.
I grew up with a house full of boys, and yes, I was a tomboy, but that didn't last long. I really loved sports. I played softball, basketball, and volleyball. It was just something about softball that stood out the most and had me intrigued. I guess that was really one of my passions and talents that I had when I was younger.
My mother and I were very close; I mean almost like sisters literally. My father and I weren't really close at all; we stayed in the same house, but we never ever had that father-daughter bond that you suppose to have, which I couldn't understand it because I was his only daughter.
On May 22, 2011 (the day my mother went to the hospital), my life changed drastically. When she passed away (May 26,2011 ); due to an aneurysm, it changed my whole life, immediately. I was healthy for the most part, and as the years rolled by, I became at peace with her passing. I know she is in Heaving, smiling down and looking over me.
God does things for a reason and to get us to wake up. I was using drugs trying to numb the pain, yes it felt good at the moment, but when that high came down, it was back to reality. I had to come to peace with myself on my own without the drugs. That's the only way you can really get peace is to deal with the situation and go within.
I was dating older men. I guess like "the old folks say," she was just trying to find her father and all these men, which I didn't want to admit, but deep down, I knew that's exactly what it was. They taught me a lot of things, and I also got disappointed as well, and I knew that I didn't want any of these men that reminded me of my father, period.
On August 2017, I conceived my baby boy Camden by then I had lost everything, with nowhere to go, I began sleeping in my car while I was pregnant, moving from house to house. I knew I had to keep a roof over my head and my child's head. Everything got a little better once I had moved to a different city, trying to get myself back on track.
Erica: United States