Rosemary Brown's Pentecostal Songs in Indiana!

Runaway

"What we gonna do Doc?”

“There’s nothing we can do. He’ll be dead in less than twenty-four hours.”

My father Isaac White at the age of 21 was working for a farmer and there were making Hay.. He was up on top of the Loaded wagon when the horses stampeded, trapping him between the load and the frame of the barn door and the top of the load of hay.

His body was crushed smashing his ribs into his lungs and breaking his back. He was at the hospital when he over heard the Doctor and the Nurse talking and that is what the Doctor said about his condition.

“There is no hope. He won’t live very long.”

My father is not one who gives up easily and he made up his mind: I’ll show them that I will live . Although he was gagging and spitting up the blood that was coming up from his crushed insides and they did nothing for him, he lived and he lived a full life and died at the age of eighty-five.

My father lived on and in time he bought four lots and built a church with the help of my brothers . He was instrumental in getting the congregation started. He would go to church on Sunday morning before anyone else got there and build a fire in the wood stove so we call could have a warm place to worship , the he would go out and pick up families and bring them to Sunday School.

There’s a lot more interesting thing that he did but I think this would be one of the most lasting and memorable .


Runaway "What we gonna do Doc?” “There’s nothing we can do. He’ll be dead in less than twenty-four hours.” My father Isaac White at the age of 21 was working for a farmer and there were making Hay.. He was up on top of the Loaded wagon when the horses stampeded, trapping him between the load and the frame of the barn door and the top of the load of hay. His body was crushed smashing his ribs into his lungs and breaking his back. He was at the hospital when he over heard the Doctor and the Nurse talking and that is what the Doctor said about his condition. “There is no hope. He won’t live very long.” My father is not one who gives up easily and he made up his mind: I’ll show them that I will live . Although he was gagging and spitting up the blood that was coming up from his crushed insides and they did nothing for him, he lived and he lived a full life and died at the age of eighty-five. My father lived on and in time he bought four lots and built a church with the help of my brothers . He was instrumental in getting the congregation started. He would go to church on Sunday morning before anyone else got there and build a fire in the wood stove so we call could have a warm place to worship , the he would go out and pick up families and bring them to Sunday School. There’s a lot more interesting thing that he did but I think this would be one of the most lasting and memorable .
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Runaway

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