Bill Williams, Miracle Man
Hear of God’s mighty deeds and wonders:
I started off as a truck driver in Kingston in Jamaica in 1958 and I retired from the British Museum in 1997. I knew about how things worked. I kept things going, that was my job, to keep things going.
I was working there for 29 years, all over, in the Works Department down at the British Museum. That was an interesting job, down there in the Works. I would fix the pipes and the plumbing, clear the drains when they was getting blocked. It was an old building but we always kept it going, kept it on the move. That’s what we did.
When I left they said they wanted me to stay on for two more years, but I wanted to enjoy life a little so I didn’t stay. It was a good time I had at the British Museum, but it was time to go. Glory and I wanted to spend some time together. We wanted a retirement.
It was on April 1 in 2002 that I woke up to find I couldn’t walk. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t do nothing for myself. The physio said I would never walk again. I had what they call a melanoma that was eating away at my spine. The doctor, he was a Hungarian man who done the operation. He burned it out and all kinds of things. But still it was bad. They needed a crane to put me in the bath and get me out again.
The doctor, he said he couldn’t do anything else for me. He said I should go to the hospice so he sent me to the hospice. When you go into the hospice you don’t come out. The church people would come and pray and sing and what have you, but I guess I thought I wouldn’t be coming out.
Then one night I had a dream that I was walking again, I was on the move again. That day I got up and I stood by the sink. I pulled myself up. I wanted to prove the doctors wrong. I began to walk again! They built me a chair with a special sponge seat, a Zimmer throne, which helped me get around. In the end I was there for 4 months and 9 days. I walked out of the hospice. I am Lazarus.
I went back to see the doctor at the hospital. When I went in he was shocked to see me. “Nobody told me that you were alive Mr Williams!” is what he said to me. And then he added,
“You’re a miracle man. You’re a rusty old truck with a good engine.”
And this is my righteous testimony.