HI! I'm Terry Peacock. Welcome!

I was born in 1951. In 1954 I contracted polio; mine was not a summer time disease, but a winter time illness. I was left with what is euphemistically referred to as "polio residuals". If Sabin hadn't sued Salk and delayed the delivery of Salk's vaccine I may never have gotten sick. There were three people in my home town who contracted polio when I did; a 28-year-old male (deceased), an 18-year-old female (deceased), and a 4-year-old male (me, alive & kicking). If my Dad hadn't taken me to be prayed for by a Healing Evangelist I might not be alive today. After prayer intervention I immediately began to get better. The doctor prognosis was: 10% chance of living to 9 or ten years of age and only then by spending all of my days in an Iron Lung. Not one day did I spend in that device. I was 95-96% paralyzed, the only movement I had was in my left-hand, which I could slowly curl around my Dad's thumb (in which I took great pleasure in doing). The doctor's were NOT wrong in their diagnosis; I had help from my Heavenly Father. I remember the healing process, cutting up a brand new pair of PJ's, the hot whirl-pools (which I truly hated, even to this day), being fitted with a brand new brace (right foot), and numerous surgeries to 'correct' the 'residuals'.
These residuals have continued with me through-out my life. Except as I aged the "residuals" have grown more profound: i.e. I cannot walk any distance, muscular weakness has become my middle name, I have pain 24/7, I fall allot without the ability/strength to lift myself from the floor/ground, I was forced into retirement in 2002, my family disbelieves there is anything wrong with me (i.e. the 'issues' aren't visible to the naked eye), I still have a pretty good head of hair, and of course, I'm as good looking as always ~B-)!.