Oh, God. part 2

At the age of ten, I was struck by an illness that almost cost me my life. I lost my appetite and eating certain food made the sickness even worse. Gradually, my parents were losing hope of a cure. Not that they did not try. I was taken from one doctor to another but to no avail. Was it small-pox or chicken-pox? I cannot remember what it was. My poor mother told me not to die as people might think they did not give me enough attention. At that age I was not even worried about death.
We then rented one of the rooms in a big house with a big compound in the front portion. The landlord was wealthy as there was constantly a number of lorries parked there. In one corner of that compound was a tall, big tree where, at its roots was a soil-filled red container, with a number of joss-sticks sticking up from its top. It was placed between two of the tree's huge roots. Here, people from the surrounding area would come to pray to something. Was it a deity or some kind of spirit? Well, I was too young to know.
It was to this place that my parents took me to on one morning. In their despair of finding a cure for my sickness, they place all their hopes on whatever was there. I suppose anyone in their predicament would have done such an act. They bought some fruits, a pair of candles and some joss-sticks to offer whatever was there at the foot of that tree. Their desire for my recovery was sincere and great enough to place all their hopes there. They prayed very hard, asking me to join them in praying for my life. And believe it or not, (Well, I am still strong and healthy at the age of seventy-two.) I slowly but gradually recovered. I took no new batch of medicine but my appetite and strength returned little by little. After a few months of absence from school, I was eventually able to return to school to the surprise of my form-teacher and my class-mates.
A miraculous recovery without the use of any medicine, it definitely was. When I related this to a friend who belonged to a certain religion, he told me it was the work of the devil. Was it the work of the devil? If it was the devil's work, he must have been a good devil, a godly devil. He saved my life, didn't he? Was the devil trying to convince me too join him? To be his disciple? No, it cannot be when that so-called devil was so godly in his deed. He saved me. He gave hope to my despairing parents. Instead of being devilishly delighted with the sadness and hopelessness of my folks and I, he brought in rays of happiness.
So, I believe it is the work of almighty God. If religious people, people who belong to a religion and who believe in God, almighty God, who can reach us in His powerful, mysterious ways, then all God-believing people like me, should believe He has the power to assist us in whatever way necessary. As He is almighty, there is no place he cannot be. His love and blessings will be available no matter the situation. I believe all is possible where God is concerned. No obstacle is too great for Him. Such obstacles only exist in the mind of mortal men who think it is impossible.for this or that to happen. Thank God for that