BIO........My Story by David Michael Carpenter I've loved music all my life. I can remember getting a record player when I was 5 years old and that was it. I think my parents regret that day because I drove them nuts after that. At eleven I built a guitar with fishing line and the remains of an old stop sign. When they saw me trying to play that thing they sent away for a 'Sears' guitar combo. A two watt amplifier and an electric guitar. That was huge mistake number 2! Within a week or so I was playing all kinds of songs off the radio by ear my favourite being 'Summer Time' the old Janis Joplin hit from the sixties. As the years went by I quit college to be a Musician and played the club scene for years in the Vancouver area and around the West Coast of Canada. With a pile of also-ran bands and some fun times in some great recording studios playing for people from every walk of life from University kids to people who would sooner fight than dance and recording stuff that no-one would listen to, I did my years on the Rock Circuit and learned what it was like to play seven nights a week seven hours a day and sleep in hotel rooms that had no windows or carpet. It finally got down to the fact that I wasn't willing to change to be what it took to be commercially acceptable in the Music Business and my young marriage was collapsing under the pressure of the run to success. I turned to save my marriage and went back to a 'real' job and began to develop my writing and recording. The jobs got better and better and the studios got bigger and more expensive. I was writing better stuff but my life was not that much better and there were issues with drugs that had never been dealt with and at the bottom of everything was an emptiness and an anxiety in life in spite of good jobs and good marriage and a new daughter. There was always a frustration hanging over me and I began to look to Religion to explain things. I studied the Bible and began to understand the concepts of Christianity that I had never understood before but I never understood what faith meant. I just understood and I agreed but this is not what it means to be a Child of God. Then one day my wife was rushed to the hospital. We were seven months into our second pregnancy and the baby had stopped moving. After a week of indecision by our doctor a specialist came in and immediately ordered us to Children’s Hospital for an emergency delivery. Our daughter came into this world in the operating room nearly lifeless. She was yellow from liver failure, her eyes were an opaque white from heart failure and she wasn't breathing. We waited four hours before they came and gave us the news that she was in critical condition. In the next few short days she was diagnosed with failure of every major organ and then she suffered a major brain hemorrhage that virtually blew out the whole left side of her head. We were told by ten doctors one by one that things were hopeless. After doctor #10 we got the picture and when I left my wife in the hospital that night I knew that medically, my daughter was hopeless, but something in me was saying something different and I did not understand what was going through my heart. That night my wife went down to the Emergency Ward to be with our daughter for what we knew would be the her last days or hours so that she could hold her tiny hand through the opening in the incubator machine. Very early in the darkest part of that morning my wife felt a touch at her shoulder. As she began to look over to the source she could see a glowing beautiful hand and the owner said, 'Don't look.' She felt an energy flow through her body that seemed to flow about in here with her blood. Then, suddenly the glowing energy flowed out from her body into the baby in the incubator. A nurse watching the monitors noticed a sudden change. The monitors all leveled out. The owner of that beautiful hand then told my wife she could now go rest. That same night I went back to our house. When I arrived at home that night I got down on my knees for the first time in my life and I spoke to Jesus himself. I said, "Lord if you want this child then she is yours but we love her very much. I surrender her to You Jesus." At that moment, for the first time, I surrendered my will to His and not only did I believe in my mind that Jesus is God but I surrendered my will and my life to Him and I became His from that moment forward. My daughter did not die. She is seventeen years old today. We were told she would die and now she can walk with the help of a walker. There is no explaining this story medically and there was never an answer given for her illness or her survival. The real miracle is that my wife and I found a new life in Jesus and our lives have not been the same since. We have been through times that would have destroyed another family, but thanks to God we are not and our lives are very full and satisfying. The music I write now I write from my new life in Jesus