I too was crippled. I struggled a lot. In fact my brother used to carry me around 💔. I thought it was it for me, I had given up.i even wanted to kill my self so that i dont burden my family, because even if I didn't die, a cripple would just be death weight which would be worse. I heart was filled with hatred and resentment, bitterness. I totally rejected God, denied his existence. I was completely cynical and nihilistic. But I was recommended to go to prayer home. So, in a last attempt I went to a prayer center. Attended healing service. And I believe I received healing there. And here I am, still alive. Now I try to live like God is there. There is definitely someone up there watching over us all. I don't claim to be a very holy or completely devoted person to God. But I try not to be like I used to be.
