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What a story for us all! I pray this inspires us all to help others, to serve and not to be served! POWERFULL!!!!! I LOVE FINDING STORIES LIKE THIS!!!!

A 29-year-old woman who adopted a former student and his brother is now celebrating being completely debt-free.

Chelsea Haley of Marietta, Georgia, has eliminated a total of $48,683.41 — the amount she owed in credit cards and student loans with interest.

Teacher who adopted her former student and his brother eliminates over $48,000 in debt

Angelina is 102 and lived through the 1918 Spanish flu and now she’s beat coronavirus — twice

I so much love our elders…I love sharing stories like this………PTL!!! PTL!!!! Hallajuha!!

Angelina Friedman is a survivor — in every sense of the word.

When she was a baby, she lived through the 1918 flu. Throughout her life she survived cancer, internal bleeding and sepsis. In April, she survived coronavirus — a virus that has infected 64 million people worldwide. Story Here

October of 1918: Spanish Flu Hits Mogollon, New Mexico

I want to thank my friend Steve Maxwell for allowing us to share his story with us…God Bless you Sir! This story really hit me…..thinking of what these families went through…..thinking back in time. I am praying that at the end of June I will be able to visit Mogollon for the first time. I am scheduled to preach at the First Baptist Church in Glenwood and Pastor Dave has encouraged me to make ther trip up to Mogollon. I always try to put myself in the shoes of those that went before us, I learn much that way.

Spanish Flu – Mogollon New Mexico

Steve Maxwell

Eight years ago, members of my family and I visited the remote New Mexico ghost town of Mogollon. It’s located at the Southern reaches of the Rocky Mountains, in a rugged region known as the Gila Wilderness. The most memorable part of the day was the visit to the cemetery, located on a steep ridge above the small town. We were immediately struck by how many people were laid to rest in October of 1918. Plot after plot were marked by what must have been an incredibly tragic and painful month for the small mining community. It became obvious that the second wave of the Spanish flu had made its way to this extremely remote mining town.

Thinking about what people must have suffered during that October kept my mind on the catastrophe for next few days. I imagined the horror people must have felt when a member of their family started coughing in the middle of the night. I wondered how draining it must have been on the priest and pastor of the town, constantly comforting devastated family members and making the frequent trip up the mountain to perform graveside services. In some cases, more than once a day. It was a steep twenty to thirty minute climb, which was steep enough to require a few rest stops along the way.

Recent events took my mind back to that day and I finally had to make the drive and visit the graveyard once again. I wanted to see if there were details had forgotten. As I started walking through the graveyard, I did notice one surprising detail that I had missed on my earlier visit. Almost all the victims were young adults. I tried to reconcile that fact that most influenza outbreaks hit the mainly young children and aged the hardest. The headstones were consistent, the age of death fell between eighteen and the late thirties.

No plot illustrated this more than the Bustamante family plot. This plot represented a tale of sorrow deeper than any that I can recall. This family’s decimation started on October 10th when the first and youngest person in the plot, eighteen-year-old Alberto Bustamante lost his fight with the flu. During the next eighteen days six other family members joined him, their ages ranging from twenty to thirty. While this seems awesomely devastating, I failed to notice one of the headstones until I started looking at the photos that I had taken that day. When I saw an enlarged phot of the family plot on my laptop, I noticed that there was one person laid to rest, whose age and date of death did not match the others. It was Jose Bustamante and he was likely the family Patriarch. He died three years later to the month, at the age of seventy-two. That means that in eighteen days, Jose made the trip up to cemetery six times, once burying two family members on October 20th.

I have tried to imagine the scene of the six funerals that Jose endured, especially the trip up to the cemetery. He may have walked up behind a horse drawn carriage holding the body of his much younger family members. He may have ridden in a carriage himself. He may have followed six pallbearers carrying the casket. Whatever the procession looked like; I do not think we could possibly comprehend the brain scrambling pain Jose suffered. Parents and Grandparents know of the dreams we have for the younger generations. To see your prodigy taken so suddenly and watch those dreams disappear, isn’t something I even like to think about. I can’t imagine Jose’s mind ever being able to wonder far from those eighteen days in October of 1918. From the looks of the cemetery, he must have had a large support group of people who understood his pain. I hope Jose was a man of faith and felt the comfort that he would be reunited with his family but surely death was a welcome event when it came three years later.

What I witnessed at the Mogollon cemetery seemed to run counter to our current pandemic. Covid-19 is consistently causing death of older folks along with those already suffering from serious health issues. The Mogollon cemetery representing deaths occurring in October of 1918, indicated that was young adults victimized by the Spanish flu. I did some research on the Spanish flu and whereas the average age of a victim of Covid-19 is nearly eighty years, the average age of the Spanish flu victim was only twenty-eight. Epidemiologist state that the reason it killed so many young adults, was that it triggered their stronger immune systems. This caused a cytokine storm, which results in swelling of the lung tissue and powerful pneumonia type symptoms. The older folks were thought to have developed a partial immunity from a related virus they had experienced late in the previous century. As a result, the old buried the young.

The strain that found its way to Mogollon was part of the second and deadliest wave of the flu of 1918. It was thought to have mutated to its more fatal form in Europe in early August and made its way by ship to Boston in September. From there it must have been carried by rail to Silver City, NM and then down a dirt road for sixty miles to Glenwood. From there it would have traveled up an extremely steep dirt road to Mogollon. The road was so steep that my Grandfather had to put his delivery truck in reverse to make it up the mountain a few decades later. In that era, reverse was geared lower than first. It must have taken a brave man to do that using side view mirrors. The road is still a challenging drive in its paved form.

It seems amazing that this virus could have traveled to every corner of the earth in such a short time, considering that there was no air travel in 1918. Not only did it make it to Mogollon, but any location that accepted any kind of travel from outside its community. Whether it be a remote mountain town or remote island. One of the remote islands it made its way was Brevig, off the shores of Nome, Alaska. It was there that the body of an obese Inupiat woman was exhumed, and her infected lung tissue harvested. This enabled scientist to observe the RNA structure of the virus which had been protected in the
permafrost.

By the time the Spanish flu completed its third wave, one third of the world’s population had been infected. Death counts range from twenty million to sixty-five million. We lost more soldiers to the flu than to combat. The USA lost a total of 675,000 people to the flu, in a nation of just over one hundred million. 1918 was the only year in which the United States fell in population, a feat not accomplished by the Civil War. The number deaths caused by the Spanish flu would be the equivalent of losing slightly over two million in today’s America.

Clara Nelson Turns 94-Years-Young! What an Awesome Woman of God!

Clara Nelson’s life preaches Jesus! When I look at Clara I see Jesus! The famous evangelist Smith Wigglesworth stated, “When people look at me, I don’t want them to see Wigglesworth, I want them to see JESUS!” Amen! I have known Clara for many years. She is from my hometown of Windom, Minnesota and has been a prayer warrior for all the Windom Revival’s and for the whole town for years! Clara prays over the town everyday from her room at Pine View Assisted Living. I am blessed to be able to talk to Clara every now and then. We also get a hand written note from her from time to time. She prays for Sharon and our entire family everyday. Clara is an awesome role model for us all. Windom is so very blessed by Clara’s prayer ministry! The challenge for me and you is that when people see us..do they see JESUS? Do they see JESUS in what we do and say? Clara is one of God’s best ever servants! For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve others and to give his life as a ransom for many. Mark 10:45. I love this write up my buddy Dave Fjeld did in the Citizen:

Cottonwood County Citizen

Clara celebrates her 94th

Dave Fjeld
Writer

I got a phone call last week and much to my surprise it was the dear sweet voice of Clara Nelson of Windom.
Clara is a resident at Pine View Assisted Living and she called to see if I’d be interested in sharing a short story on her life. When she called she was just days away from her 94th birthday, which she celebrated Monday. She noted to me that “if I make it to Monday,” she would be 94 years old.
Well, she did indeed make it to Monday and I’ll celebrate her 94 years by sharing her story here. I suspect that Clara wanted to make sure that people knew a very important piece of her life. And, if there are others out there asking the same questions she was asking almost 80 years ago, she wanted to make sure she had an answer for those people.
So, here’s Clara’s life, in a nutshell – and in her own words:
“When I was a senior in high school in Windom, I got sick and needed surgery.
“As a teenager, I was faced with death! I was afraid I might die. What would happen to me? Where would I go?
“I went to Sunday School a lot but this time I needed Jesus.
“Right before surgery, in the Windom Hospital, I silently called out to Jesus to come into my heart and life: ‘I am so sorry for my sin. Forgive me.’
“When I woke up in my hospital room in the Windom Hospital everything was bright – peace, joy, no fear. That was when Jesus came into my life forever.”
And for those of you who know Clara, making sure everyone knows the simple path to heaven, when their life is over on earth, is her only focus in the golden years of her life.
Clara has had a number of other experiences throughout her life, but she chooses to share this most important step as she celebrates another year that God has given her.
Happy birthday, Clara!
Clara’s song
Clara also shared a song that she wrote in 2004. Actually she wrote most of the song that year, then continued to work on the words to the song in 2005, finally wrapping it up in May 2005.
She asked if I would be interested in sharing the words of the song, which she also has set to music.
So, here is Clara’s song titled, “I’ll Do What I Can For Jesus Now.”

I’ll do what I can, I’ll do what I can
I’ll do what I can, for Jesus.
I’ll do what I can, I’ll do what I can
Serving Jesus each and every day.

Jesus has no hands but our hands
To serve others each day.
Jesus has no feet but our feet
To walk and go God’s way.

Jesus has no mouth but our mouth
To speak the promises of God.
Jesus has no eyes but our eyes
To read and share God’s Word.

The time is now to serve him
Jesus suffered and died for our sins.
He poured out His blood to save us.
Jesus arose, just ask him to come in.

Repent and believe on the Lord Jesus,
Believe and you will have eternal life,
God’s Word is true, for me and you,
Invite Jesus to come in today.

I know I am ready to go to heaven,
You too can be sure, yet today.
When you ask Jesus into your life,
He will be with you for eternity.

That’s a beautiful poem/song, Clara, and I know you mean every word of it. There are none who show their love for Jesus more than Clara!
Lighting up Windom
If you’re looking for something to do in the days and weeks ahead, other than sitting at home, might I suggest taking a stroll around Windom and checking out the light displays that have been entered in the Christmas Lights Contest.
The event is sponsored by the Windom Area Chamber of Commerce and Convention & Visitor’s Bureau.
A total of 17 businesses are entered along with – get this – 41 residences. That’s outstanding!
A map of the businesses and residences participating can be found in this coming weekend’s Shopper.

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