I was reading an article in the Reader's Digest the other day about NDE and thought I'd submit something that happened to me a
very long time ago but I'll never forget it.
I am currently 52 years old. When I was 12, I became very ill and weak on a Tuesday evening and actually passed out. The next
morning my Mom took me to the doctor and he said he didn't know what was wrong with me but to keep me home from school
and watch me. By Friday I was as white as a sheet so Mom took me back to the doctor. He said my blood pressure was way
down but didn't know why. He advised to take me to the hospital the next morning. Why he didn't send me right away is unknown.
The next morning my Dad had to carry me out to the car and Mom made a very fast trip to Children's hospital.
(This is the part I can only recount from what was told to me as I was
When I got to the hospital the emergency room called STAT for my care. My blood pressure was at a very dangerous level. It was determined that I was bleeding internally from unknown causes. Transfusions were begun. The ER doctor told my Mom that if I made it to midnight I might have a chance of survival. Mom immediately went to the chapel to pray.
(You have to understand something before I go on. I was, at the time, a very depressed child due to abuse from my grandparents. My own parents were unaware of the abuse I was enduring. I really didn't want to live.)
As I was laying in the hospital bed, unconscious, I felt the presence of someone in my room. I opened my eyes and standing at
the end of my bed was the most beautiful person I've ever seen. He reached out His hand toward me and smiled and said, "Do
you want to come with me now or do you want to stay?"
This frightened me and I screamed.
The nurse came running into the
hospital room and I was crying saying get him out, get him out, I want to stay. The nurse said there isn't anyone in the room.
When I looked again at the foot of my bed He was gone.
The doctor was called in right away and my blood pressure was climbing very steadily. He was perplexed and confused. Mom
was called into the room and he said he didn't understand. I should be dead as I had lost over 2/3rds of my blood. Mom just
smiled and said I know what happened. I was in the chapel praying and God just told me a few minutes ago that my child was
going to be fine.
They never did figure out what happened to cause the bleeding or what happened to stop it but I know. Forty years later I still cry
when I remember how God saved me for a purpose. Took me a long time to realize it but He not only saved me 40 years ago, He
save me over 2000 years ago.
Well thanks for listening.
"Despise not death, but welcome it, for nature wills
it like all else." -