The Day I met Jesus
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19 hours- people wept over me. They no longer had their Raelee to talk to and be a part of their life. I was pronounced dead after a fatal car accident but little did they know, I was in the presence of God, listening to His wisdom that I spent my entire life praying for and receiving. My last breath on earth turned out to not be my last because 19 hours later, I was back to live the rest of my life; using my testimony to inspire thousands of people across the world. My biggest trauma? It actually saved my life instead of destroying it. I wouldn't take it back for a second.
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