“I remember all that happened as though it were just
yesterday.” Debbie leaned forward,
thick, ash-blond hair falling attractively around her strong face. Her large, warm, clear blue eyes filled with
tears as she told me the story.
“That Friday, I dropped off my four-year-old son Danny and
his cousin Melanie at my mom’s town house, drove out of the complex and across
the divided highway to the parked school bus I would drive come September. The road looked wet from the shimmer of the
intense August heat, and the 100° felt like at least 120°. As I cleaned and washed out the bus, I kicked
off my shoes to let the water cool my feet.
Then, as I bent down to clean under a seat, I heard a voice say, ‘Hi,
Mommy!’
“I wheeled around, shocked to see my baby, my Danny,
standing on the bus steps! I said, ‘Danny! What are you doing here? I told you to stay at Grandma’s! Now you stay right here; I’m just about
finished…’
“I turned my attention to stuffing the ditty bag (first-aid
kit, fire extinguisher, etc.) When I
straightened and looked out the window, my eyes met a terrifying sight. My son’s body was pasted to the grill of an
on-coming black Chevy Blazer. Danny’s
head and chin stuck up over the edge of the hood. The vehicle kept moving, sliding, sliding,
for about ninety-four feet as I watched, frozen. I don’t remember any sound. When the blazer
finally stopped, Danny was thrown off, and he slid twenty more feet on his back
across the sizzling-hot asphalt.
“I leaped from the bus, forgetting my bare feet, and dashed
to Danny’s twisted, rubbery form lying motionless in the road. By now, my feet were blistered, and my mind
was becoming hysterical. My baby’s face
was a funny color as I dropped to the pavement beside him. His small, tangled body looked ghastly. I wanted to scream.
“Suddenly I felt my spirit take control of my mind, like
something coming out of here.” Debbie
paused to demonstrate by laying her hands across her abdomen. “It seemed I somehow became only an
instrument God was using, and I was filled with an overwhelming peace I never
experienced before or since. I acted out
the instructions I heard from my spirit:
‘Lay hands on the sick and they shall recover.’ So I laid hands on Danny’s head, then his
neck, chest, stomach, legs, and feet. I
prayed aloud, ‘Lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover,’ over and over
again. I experienced what Jesus said in
the Bible, John 7:38: ‘Whoever believes in Me, out of his belly shall flow
rivers of living water.’
“By this time a crowd had gathered around me and Danny. One man who heard me pray thought I was in shock,
pulled me away from my son and told me to call my husband. Reluctantly, I obeyed. But first, I called a Christian sister and
asked her to call others.
“When I got back to the scene, the ambulance had arrived,
and Danny was in the back. I got in
beside him. As we started for Commonwealth Hospital
“A paramedic named John made unsuccessful attempts to get an
I.V. into Danny. Suddenly he yelled to
the driver, ‘Go in on code blue!’ and quickly straddled the still form, and
began heart massage. Danny’s lips had
turned purple and white. John yelled,
‘Mom, call his name! Call his name!’
“So I shouted, ‘Danny, in the name of Jesus, talk to
me! Talk to me!’ All at once, my son began to cry. ‘That sound is music to our ears, Mom,’ John
said. ‘We’ve placed him in the best
hands – those of the Great Physician.
I’m with Fishnet Ministries, and all three of us running this ambulance
are born-again Christians, ma’am.’ By
this time, John was able to insert the I.V.
“At Commonwealth, the doctors were grave. X-rays showed the neck separated in three
places, and multiple contusions from head to toe. There was great concern about internal
hemorrhaging and spleen damage, so he was transferred to the trauma unit at Fairfax Hospital
in Fairfax , Virginia
“Upon our arrival there, a group of Christians had gathered
to pray with us as Danny was rushed to the second floor and prepped for
surgery. Within the walls of a private
room, we knelt in a circle, holding hands.
As we prayed, someone spoke in tongues by the power of the Holy Spirit
and gave the interpretation. The message
was this: ‘There will be no knife taken
to this child. Jesus is on the scene, and
He is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
The eyes of man will see a miracle, and miracles are for the
unbelievers.’
“We finished praying and sat down to wait. In just a few minutes the door burst open,
and a frantic nurse beckoned with urgency.
‘Mr. and Mrs. Mosher, Dr. Seneca wants to see you immediately! The X-rays are starting to contradict
themselves, and he doesn’t know what to think!’
“My husband and I jumped to our feet, and the prayer
partners thanked and praised God. As we
entered the trauma unit, Dr. Seneca met us.
He looked quite moved as he announced, ‘Danny does not need
surgery. He started functioning on his
own. His neck shows no separation now,
and all hemorrhaging has stopped; but we want to keep him here for
observation.’
“We spent that night with Danny in intensive care. I told a nurse he was brought in on a ‘code
blue’ and asked her what that meant. I
was stunned to learn that it meant the death signal, and she was incredulous
that our son survived.
“The next day, Saturday, Danny was moved to a regular
room. His left collar bone stuck
straight up out of his shoulder, and the doctors could not wrap it because of
the severe third degree burns on his back.
Dr. Seneca and Dr. Vitek took more X-rays, and were awe-struck. The results showed nothing broken, yet they
could see and feel his collar bone sticking straight up! On Sunday, Dr. Seneca released Danny to go
home, and called him a miracle child as he offered a teddy bear to my son.
“My husband, Victor, and I were concerned about possible
mental trauma in our son, so that afternoon we questioned him at home. I said, ‘Danny, do you realize what happened
to you, honey?’
“He thought awhile, then said, ‘Umm, I ‘member the big black
hitted me, then I went to sleep.’ I asked
him if that’s all he remembered. His
forehead creased in deep thought, then all at once his face brightened. ‘I
‘member the angel that flyed, Mommy.’
“I was transfixed and asked him what he meant by seeing an
angel. He replied, ‘Yes, Mommy, you know—the
angel that flyed in the ambulance. The angel took my hands and placed them
around my neck, like this.’ Danny placed
his small hands behind his own neck to demonstrate. ‘And he carried me.’
“I asked him where he was carried, where he went. My son said, ‘The angel took me to Jesus,
Mommy. The angel said Jesus told him to
go down in the road and get the little boy that was hurt.’
“Stunned, I asked him again if he really saw Jesus. When he replied, ‘Uh-humm,’ I asked him what
Jesus looked like. He thought hard and
struggled for the right words. Finally, my
four-year old Danny said matter-of-factly, “Mommy, Him looked like a big,
bright, bright light bulb! There was lights
all around!’
“I asked him if he talked to Jesus. He nodded and said, ‘Uh-huh.’ I prodded him further, and wanted to know
what Jesus said to him. Danny said, ‘Jesus
said He was gonna heal me!
My curiosity got the best of me, and I asked him if he saw
me or any people, on the road at the scene of the accident. Danny said, ‘No, Mommy, but I ‘member the man
sitting by the road with his hands on his head.
All of us in the room were stunned by what was just
revealed. The man who hit Danny had been sitting on the curb with his
head in his hands, just as Danny described him.
I believe Danny must have been out of his body before the ambulance
arrived.
“Well, the burns on his back healed miraculously without
medical treatment, and by Tuesday morning his left collar bone was down
flat. The doctors were incredulous; they
had truly seen a miracle!
“Today, Danny is a strapping 5’11”, 195 pounds, totally
normal fourteen-year old with large hands and a warm, affectionate heart. As I sometimes hold those hands in mine, I
thank God for His kind goodness.
Although I had been a Christian for many years, that August of 1984 was
the time I lost my fear of God—you know, the hell-fire and brimstone teaching
I’d been raised with—and I realized how much He loved me. He was not ‘up there’ with a club just
waiting for me to sin so He could ‘get me.’
He allowed me to keep all three of my sons, yet gave up the only One He
had for me!”
As Debbie spoke these words, her eyes brimmed with tears
that spilled down her face. “I have a
very thankful heart for Who God is, and I firmly believe that having an
attitude of heart-felt gratitude and faith in God’s Word are vital keys to
experiencing the miraculous intervention of God.
***
I wrote this after my interview with Debbie Mosher in 1996,
and sold the story to Guideposts Magazine.
It made the cover story of their 1997 May/June issue of Angels on Earth magazine. They re-wrote
the story to their own liking, and also interviewed Debbie.
Copyright © 2014
Elaine Beachy
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