IN September, 1965. I was 12 years old when I first attended Kentucky School for the Deaf in Danville, Kentucky. I am legally deaf but not totally deaf. By that I mean I can speak well enough to pass for a hearing person. Thanks to my mother and Jesus for giving me that ability.
One night, I was sleeping among 5 other deaf girls in my room. My housemother usually checks on us and uses flash lights to make sure that we were all tucked in and safely sound asleep. But, that night I heard foot steps and I thought it was my housemother doing her usual rounds. I looked up and it wasn't. It was Jesus! HE came over to my bed and sat on the foot of my bed. I knew who he was so I didn't ask. He asked me if I understood why I was in this School for the Deaf. I told him that I did not. He said that he had placed me here to learn the ways of the deaf. I needed to learn the sign languages and the deaf cultures. He wanted to use me to bring the deaf to him. I was his tool to bring the deaf and that he would teach me himself rather than go to seminary.
I am now 52 years old, 40 years have passed and now am a evangelist for the Lord. He used my son to teach me the ways of the Lord. My son was hit by a van in Florida and was dead for 20 mins. Michael (son) came back to tell us many exciting events of HEAVEN! I am now currently writing a book concerning these events. The Lord is truly awesome! I have seen miracles after miracles. I love Jesus with all my heart and mind and soul! I look forward to his return! Hallelujah! Jan Simon
