Anyone who has been active on this forum knows that I have been extremely critical of the covid-19 vaccines. I reject them on the grounds of being totally unnecessary because the covid-19 virus has a survival rate of 99%, and because mass vaccination of an entire population is fundamentally unsound. I also reject them because there is hard info from the VAERs database showing that tens of thousands of people have been killed or permanently injured from the vaccines. Me and other posters on this forum were also aware that the covid-19 virus was (in all likelihood) deliberately released from the biolaboratory in Wuhan, so that the Elites would have an excuse to lock down society and implement their great reset. I got into a number of bitter disputes with certain individuals about this, who denied that there was anything dangerous about the vaccines.

At this point in time, however, I can now add a personal anecdote to all the data and statistics I have digested and shared over the past 2 years. Both of my parents were blindly supportive of the official story about the virus, despite my attempts to point out all of the inconsistencys and lies with it. When the vaccines became available in April 2021, my father announced that he would be going to get the injections. I did everything in my power to convince him otherwise, and we ended up getting into a huge argument. My father refused to believe any of the things I told him, and rejected them all as a conspiracy theory. The next day, he took my mother to the local clinic and got vaccinated. To my horror, he later got a second shot, and a third. I had read about all the terrible side effects of people who had taken the covid vaccine, and knew exactly what kindof danger he had so recklessly exposed himself to.

This is where the story takes an ugly twist. Exactly one week ago, on a Sunday morning, my father suffered a stroke. I heard a commotion between him and my mother, and went out to see what was happening. The side of his face had dropped, and he was drooling. He was walking with a limp, and he could barely speak. I knew immediately that he was having a stroke. I told my mother to call an ambulance, while I gave him aspirin and water. Even though he didn't collapse or lose consciousness, he was having major problems. My father couldn't get put on his pants or shoes, and I had to help him. The ambulance arrived soon, and the paramedics confirmed what I already knew: It was a stroke. I helped walk him out to the ambulance and get him onto the stretcher, and they drove him away to the hospital. By this point, my mother was having a nervous breakdown and blaming herself. Apparently, my father had been acting strangely an hour earlier, but she didn't know what was wrong with him.

I was afraid that he had suffered permanent brain damage, and that he would be unable to speak or walk properly. I wished that my mother had told me about what he had been doing, as we would have been able to get him help sooner. My thoughts became morbid, and I started thinking about what it would be like living with a disabled person, and how much harder that would make our lives. My father was paying the price for the careless decision he had made 1 year earlier, as the damage from the vaccine slowly took its toll. By this point, I was tired due to the stress and lack of sleep, and I passed out. When I woke up a few hours later, I expected to hear the worst. That he was crippled. But we were very lucky. My father made a full recovery from the stroke, and got out of the hospital that same day. He was walking and talking normally. I was relieved, and so was the rest of my family. My brother berated my father for not looking after his health, but I had my own suspicions about why he had almost died.

In the chaos of the day, I decided to count my blessings, and keep my thoughts to myself. I was just happy to have my dad back. It could have gone very differently. For many other familys, their storys ended in tragedy.