On our way to the Philippines from Seoul, about 30 min into our flight, My dad almost passed. He started to have a seizure. At first, I thought he was just joking about something, but he started twitching like he was crippled, his eyes were rolling back and drool was all over. I immediately called for help. The flight attendants of course had no idea what to do..and neither did I, but just pray.. When he became conscious again, He had no idea where he was or what happened.
All he could say was "I'm okay" but he wouldn't respond to anything I asked.. I was crying and so scared for my dad. Then about 5 min later, he had a 2nd seizure.. This time, he started to vomit everywhere.. All the flight attendants were around him now.. They wanted to turn the plane back to Seoul, but when he was conscious he refused to go back..
So just when I hoped he wouldn't have another seizure…He did. and this time I really thought I was going to lose him, because it got worse.. At this point, I couldn't handle it anymore, but I couldn't have done it without the Lord, because He held me together..
It was hard because I was all alone. I had to set order with the flight attendants and take care of my dad. I couldn't talk to my mom or anyone. So for 4 hours straight, I prayed over my dad. I think that's a record ;) At this point I was so tired because I was going on my 2nd day without sleep but I couldn't take my eyes off him..
I know the Lord had mercy on me, because my dad didn't have anymore seizures after that. He only vomited. I know this might sound like it's not a big deal, but to me, It was. I have never gone through this before
We got into the old Clark Air Force base in Pomponga, Philippines at 11:45. I was so thankful to get off that plane. It was the most traumatic 4 hours of my life.My dad got some strength back, but he was very sick to his stomach, Our missionary families were waiting outside for us when we got there. It was so encouraging and refreshing to see them, especially after what I was put through..It's been four years since I've been back to the Philippines. Everyone and every thing has changed.
When we got to our home in Olongapo City, that I've been living in since I was 16 months old, My dad immediately went and laid down. I was so thankful because one of the missionary families, Vincent and Sharon, stayed with me overnight just in case something happened. I stayed up all night checking on him. I was then going on my 3rd day without sleep.
To make the long story short, My dad has gotten his strength back and has been able to do ministry.. I've been trying to tell him to rest, but he can be stubborn at times :)
It was a blessing because on Tuesday, we took the missionary families to the old military base, and took them shopping for food and whatever they needed. They were so happy, and it brought my heart so much joy to see them be blessed, Especially since they have sacrificed everything in life..
So, it's been nice and refreshing.. Except, I am very sick. I think because I was so tired and everyone else was sick, that I caught what they had. So it's been a setback for me, but I believe the Lord will heal me soon.
I'll be writing more updates soon. God Bless!
~Kenya-Nicole
