“Angel Among Us” Announced!
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Collapsed Spine, Fractured “Heaven... Leah’s Forever Joy” Disc and Broken Tail Bone It’s TIME to Tell Healed In a Day The WHOLE Story! -- Celebration of Life (B Section) --
The doctor came back with the results saying, “We have another problem here. You have a fractured disc, your spine has collapsed, and the tip of your tailbone broke off and that’s floating around.” By Colette Wilbrink and Hazel Palmer For Jubilee News hpalmer@jubileenews.org
(Elizabeth, PA) In 2012, Justine DeBellis from Elizabeth, discovered through a routine appointment that she had a fractured disc in her spine. There were no symptoms and this fracture had never caused her any pain and she wasn’t even sure how it happened. “But I had osteoporosis, so it was due to that,” Justine shared. It wasn’t until January 2018 that she discovered she also had spinal stenosis. According to the Mayo Clinic, Spinal Stenosis occurs when the spaces within the spine narrow. This puts pressure on the nerves throughout the spine and most of the time is located in the lower back and See SPINE Pg. 2A
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Justine DeBellis, Elizabeth, PA
Mower Accident Brings Vision to Local Man
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Leah Joy Smith Dec. 16, 1999 - Dec. 15, 2016
West Newton, PA
Fatal Car Crash Brings Positive Change into Sibling’s Life “The Man in the Suit”
By Hazel K. Palmer For Jubilee News hpalmer@jubileenews.org
“Turn-Around-Moments” Apostle Ray Domochowski
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“Kingdom Come” Rev. Karen Graham ”Pg. 4a “The Healing Chair” Pg. 4a
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Joe Mullin from Ruffsdale, PA By Hazel K. Palmer For Jubilee News hpalmer@jubileenews.org
(Ruffsdale, PA) An unusual positive outcome to what many would call a “fluke of an accident”, happened at a Ruffsdale home as Joe Mullin’s riding lawn mower he was on, threw a stone or a piece of metal that hit him square in his right eye. The mower incident happened in May of this year while he was mowing his lawn. Joe Mullin is a retired Jr. High school teacher from the Southmoreland School District having retired 22 years ago at the peak of his battle with prostate cancer. “He didn’t think he was going to make it at the time.” his wife Patty stated. But today, Joe is 84, and both Joe and Patty attribute his longevity of life to this: “God has the last say. God is in charge!” Patty was in the house at the time when Joe came in from mowing the lawn. He didn’t say anything right away and was sitting in the kitchen eating a sandwich when he finally told Patty: “I think I have to go to the doctor.” Then he explained that he was almost done mow-
ing and was on the last row when his eye was hit by what he felt was a stone. Patty said, “I didn’t look at his eye until we got to the doctor. And when I did, it looked bad. I knew then this was serious and the doctors were now trying to save his sight. He was given all kinds of tests, and pictures were being taken of the eye and they would show them to me. They can do anything with today’s technology.” Joe explained, “It bruised the eyeball and I had some swelling, and my eye was quite out of focus for a month or so. I went to the doctor and had to take medication on a pretty regular basis.” Patty added: “We had to go to the doctor every day except on Sundays for two months. It wasn’t fun. Every day we would make a one hundred mile round trip to Latrobe, and the doctor would do all these tests and take pictures and show me.” Patty continued, “He had bleeding behind the eye and had to sit up and sleep in the chair for two months. Every day I had to follow a chart to make See VISION Pg. 2A
(Washington, PA) I lost my brother Gerald, in a tragic accident when I was 15 yrs. old and it was the most devastating thing that ever happened to me. We were best friends. We were together one night in West Virginia. His band was playing there. His drums were already there, and coming back home, we had to ride in separate vehicles because there wasn’t room because of the drums. So, he rode in the vehicle that had his drums in it and I rode in a corvette. But my brother never made it home that night. He was in a car accident while driving on interstate 70 in the pouring down rain. I didn’t know about the wreck, but had gone to the hospital because another friend had told me of a separate accident that was unrelated to the accident my brother Gerald was in. When we got to the hospital, we found a friend of mine who now had a cast on his arm and another friend who received minor stitches. We were standing inside the front area of the emergency room about to leave, when a tall man in a suit came in through the emergency room door carrying someone. I was actually holding the door open for him to come in and I looked down at the bloody face of the young man in his arms, and it was my brother. He said to me: “Tell Mommy and Daddy I’m sorry.” That was all. My parents were called, and they came around Midnight. My brother was pronounced dead on Mother’s Day, minutes after the midnight hour. My Mother had always
been very abusive to us, and on the night we left the house, she had cursed us that we would die that night. My brother was pronounced dead on “Mother’s Day”. Every now and then after Gerald’s death, she would tell me that I was the one who was to die that night. And there were times I wished I had. She was tormented until she gave her life to Christ Jesus. After that night, my life spiraled out of control into a life of LSD, cocaine, heroin addiction overdoses and jail terms, as well as other crimes for several years. I was invited numerous times to go to church and I finally agreed, but that’s a story of its own. But I had a powerful Spiritual experience with Jesus Christ and was soon called to preach His Gospel, and I’ve been doing it ever since. My life was completely changed. It was now 1980, twelve years after my brother’s accident. To this day, I know the Lord led me to locate that “man in the suit” who had carried my brother to safety and into the emergency room. I did it in order to bring peace to my own mind about my brother’s soul, and to also thank him for what he did. I can remember preaching at a church in Clairton, PA which ended up being the same town where the “man in the suit” lived. I could still hear my Brothers last words: “Tell Mommy and Daddy I’m sorry.” I found his house and this beautiful lady answered the door. It was his wife. I introduced myself, and her husband, “the man in the suit” was now standing behind her. He looked at me and said: “I remember you from that night at the hospital.” See SUIT Pg. 2A