The first time she healed me, I was in fourth grade. I slid into home plate and snapped the bone in my lower leg. The white, blinding pain was excruciating, and I screamed and cried like a little girl. The umpire, my coach, and I all swore we could hear the bone crack. We won the game, but I ended up in the ambulance on the way to the emergency room. We figured I would be out of the playoffs, but I was back for the next game. She's a voice in my head...