How God Allowed a Bout of Amnesia to Rescue a Man from Himself
"I know God and trust in God. I know Jesus and have always trusted in Jesus. I don't know how I know this, but I do. I'm screaming in my head, 'Why has it taken me two weeks to remember God?' Now I have someone to turn to, to trust and confide in. I knew all along that God was there, but I had just forgotten Him like a lot of people do. Amnesia had claimed almost everything else, but it could not take God out of my heart."
(Albuquerque, N.M.)?Picture waking up on a city bus and not knowing why you're there or who you are. To even the bravest of people it would be terrifying. That was Harold Eansor's situation on July 18, 1996.
Harold said, "I wasn't in physical pain but my head was fuzzy, hazy and unclear. Where was I? More important, who was I? Who, what, where, when and definitely why?"
Harold got off the bus and noticed a newspaper machine across the street.
He said, "As I nervously walked towards it I found the machine was empty. I cussed, then checked my pockets and wallet. I had nothing to identify me. All I had was three dollar bills and a couple of dollars in change. I looked up and down the street and saw another newspaper machine. This one had a paper. It said Albuquerque, New Mexico. July 18 1996."
Harold said he recalled wondering, "Why would I be out of the country in Mexico? Wait, this isn't Mexico. Look again, it's New Mexico, I know that. No, I'm afraid I don't. What's New Mexico? Am I talking to myself? I am feeling very confused but not scared. Wait, who am I kidding? I'm terrified."
To read how Harold Eansor rediscovered himself and realized he didn't like the "old" him, click on the link provided.
