I've decided to supplement personal experiences of miracles with the most spectacular miracles witnessed by people of my family's acquaintance.  Nita Edwards, now a clinical psychologist, fell down a steep stairway in Sri Lanka and gradually suffered life-threatening naralysis.   My parents have heard her share her healing testimony in person, but I'm quoting from the account in the book about her healing, "Miracle in the Mirror." 

(1) HER CONDITION AFTER HER FALL:

"The [X-ray] pictures were quite clear.  Two discs in the lower lumbar region had been totally crushed and broken bits of bone were floating aimlessly in her spinal fluid...Week after week the functions of her body broke down...Breathing became a tougher task each day until finally her diaphragm collapsed, another victim of the ghastly paralysis...Her left hand had shrunk to a third the size of her right, and her right hand lost its sensitivity now as well.   She was slowly curling up as her wasted muscles retracted inch by inch as the result of muscular atrophy...She had lost all feeling in her face....a hunk of lifeless leather, with no sense of touch anywhere in her body...In a matter of days, [her voice] vanished altogether....Heart problems began as the paralysis progressed."

(2) THE WORD OF HER IMPENDING HEALING:

"[Almost a year later:] Suddenly, without warning or fanfare, at about four o'oclock she heard a voice.  It was a man speaking to her in a soft and authoritative tone...`I'm going to heal you on Friday, the eleventh of February.'...She struggled for the call button and buzzed the attendant.  If there was a man in the room, she wanted to know.  Since Nita's voice had failed, the attendant could often guess her meaning by the way she moved her eyes."  [The attendant thought she was worried about a lizard scampering around her room.]

(3) THE MOMENT OF FULFILMENT: THE MIRACLE

With great difficulty, Nita communicated her message from Jesus to others whom she urged to be present at the healing hour.  Present that day were Nita's mother, her pastor Colton and his wife Suzanne, two doctors, and a Buddhist attendant.  One wonders if they were there for moral support when Nita's hopes were dashed.  Rev. Colton's son Mike had been present in her hospital room, but would miss the impending miracle.  He  was skeptical, got impatient and hungry, and slipped out for a pizza!  When the moment of truth arrived,   

"the power of God invaded her room from the right side of her bed, like a ball of fire.  The glory of God  burst in, flooding that tiny space with such intensity that the inhabitants were swept up in it, and overcome by it.  It was like looking directly at the noonday sun, and only being able to take in a tiny fraction of the radiance... Nita's bed began to vibrate with the energy of God's presence, and she felt a million volts of power coursing through her body....Wave after wave rolled through the full length of her."

"Just at 3:30 Jesus came into the room with  blinding glory...Nita gazed into His face and everything within her struggled to reach out to Him....Her healing was no more a factor.  She was unaware of her own physical condition...He came to the foot of her bed, and then He reached out with a nail-scarred hand.  And He touched her.  One time."

"The chains of paralysis exploded away as Nita rocketed out over the end of her bed.  She landed on her knees with a thud, and her first sensation was the cold, hard floor beneath her...Her knees had not been bent in over a year; now  they were bent before her Jesus.  Her hands, useless for so long, were now straightened, upraised, worshiping God..."   

"Mrs. Edwards [her Mom]...saw Nita's withered left hand, the tiny one, spring to life.  The mother watched, awe-struck, as her crippled little girl grasped the bed covers and threw them off--then catapulted out of bed....Now that Nita was healed, the rest of them were paralyzed." 

"The Buddhist attendant was standing in the doorway, clutching the door frame as if she were about to faint.  She was crying in quiet hysteria, unable to believe that she had just seen Nita stand up.  She cried for 40 minutes--immovable.  Nita slipped her arms around the woman she had never been able to touch, and then, ignoring the Buddhist standards of propriety, kissed her lightly on the chee