Street Stories - A Ringside Seat To Over 4 Decades Of Taking Jesus To The Streets Of The World

Bill and I made our way back to the Bangkok Christian Guest House to await the embassy’s decision regarding our requests for on-arrival visas. I was still very sick from the vertigo that had hit me so hard. Barely able to walk, I laid in bed with my hand touching the wall so I could feel some semblance of stability. In my mind, the room continued to spin, and I continued puking in the nearby trash can. I continued to get down on my knees in front of the sink while Brother Bill poured hydrogen peroxide into each ear. We surmised since disabling vertigo stems from an inner ear imbalance, surely pouring hydrogen peroxide deep into each of my ears would help. But, of course, it did not. I laid in that bed for hour upon hour, my hand touching the wall, praying to God for healing. I guess I slept through the night and the next morning, because the next thing I knew, it was early afternoon and Brother Bill was standing at the end of my bed, giving me a directive, I was not sure I could do. “Hey , Bro Bob,” he said. I tried to respond. Then he said again, “Hey , Bro Bob .” Then he said words we had been praying for, but I was not sure would come, “We just got our visas approved and we have to be on a plane to Myanmar in less than two hours… so we gotta’ go !” I felt as if I was still spinning on a merry-go-round, and I was stuck to the bed. Even though I was excited the visas had come through, I could not move. So, Bill decided to try something else. He called Dot and got her on the phone. He told her the situation and asked her to talk to me and see if there was any way I could stand up and get to the airport so we could fly to Myanmar.

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