Journey Through Jerusalem with No Hands

Through a traumatizing event, both of my wrists were completely shatteredwith just three weeks left before I was to board a jumbo jet and fly across the world to Israel. Would I still go? The invitation had been given, with all expenses divinely paid. Surely I could not go the distance alone in this broken condition. Destiny called my name, and I had to answer. Despite every obstacle that stood in my way, I embarked on a remarkable journey through Jerusalem with no hands. This story chronicles a concentrated snapshot of two consecutive years of my life. It encompasses the time just before I went to Israel, all that transpired while I was there, and more life-changing events that occurred after my return. The holistic healing of my spirit, soul, and body is nothing short of a miracle.