Many years ago, I was very critically injured. I was operated on and it was very close apparently. I was twelve. My Father told the story of himself going into a bathroom at West Jeff Hospital and saying "God, if you'll just let my boy live, I won't ask for anything else ever."
He wasn't a praying man and he was not really all that virtuous, but I lived and to my knowledge, he never asked for nything else. and he died hard and slow, too.
30 years later and my daughter is born very, very premature - 2 lbs. 5 oz. The doctors are all telling me the various ways she might be fucked up, blindness, deafness, disabilities, how she might die...how my wife might die, due to the toxemia that had led to the whole thing.
It was all very unreal. They were describing things that didn't exist two hours ago when my wife just 'didn't feel very good'. So I went in to a bathroom at the hospital and offered the same deal, although I wasn't really in a strong dealing position. I was my Father, the same unvirtuous person asking for a little consideration.
And both of them are fine now and I intend to keep my end of the deal, even if I have to die slow and hard too, when it comes my time. A deal is a deal. And I'm quite rich, by my estimation.
Wow! That was so personal, so heartfelt. Your reward is their love and I hope you cherish it and let it bring wealth to your soul.