of all, I come from a rural town in southeast
Alabama. All my life I went to church. I would
always see my parent's praying about things and
trusting God. Even with all this though, I never
got that close to God. I believed in him and
that Jesus came to Earth and died for me, but it
wasn't until 1993 that I totally gave my heart
I had been suffering for years
from anorexia. It started when I was fourteen.
In 1993, at the age twenty-five, I was so sick
and only weighed 64 pounds. I was in and out of
therapy for this and even had to be force-fed.
Nothing helped. So, after getting the news in
September of 1993 that my kidney's were failing,
I refused all further treatment and prayed that
God would help me. I told him that I'd live for
him if he would. I didn't really think I would
die because I always pulled through before.
Going out in public, when I was able, was a
nightmare. People would yell out, "AIDS girl"
and things like that. Soon I became housebound,
mostly due to my health, and because I couldn't
believe the cruelty of people. Then one night I
woke up trying to breathe. I couldn't. I was
very nauseated, shaking violently, and just so
sick I couldn't move. I didn't think I would die
because the doctors were about to put me on
dialysis and I thought I'd be ok. But I wasn't.
Soon I left my body. I didn't go through a
tunnel. I just kind of floated around. Before I
knew it, I was in heaven. I knew it was heaven
because I had never smelled flowers like that
before and had never seen so much beauty.
I went up to my Grandma who had been waiting
for me. She looked to be about thirty years old
even though she died when she was seventy-five.
Then I saw my Grandpa. He died at the age of
He kept saying to me, "Look
what I can do."
He was walking on his
hands. I didn't understand this or why he was
showing me that he could do that. Then Grandma
asked me if I wanted to go and see Jesus. I
literally screamed, "YES!!!"
I saw him I started to cry. I could feel his
compassion for me. He comforted me as I told him
how I had been done wronged by people on Earth
because of my condition and how I had suffered
with anorexia. He was so, so kind. He told me
that he knew all of that and that it was going
to be alright.
I asked him if he
promised and he said, "Yes."
I told him
something that maybe I shouldn't have. I said to
him, "You are a very handsome man."
just laughed. Then I laughed. It was such a
I noted his appearance. He
was about 5'9 and probably weighed about 150
pounds. He was slim, with dark brown hair and
brown eyes. There were so many people around
him; but, (and this is what touches me so much)
I was able to go right to him and talk to him.
It's not like it would be here. You can't just
go up to someone that important and talk to
them. But with Jesus you can.
told me to go back and tell everyone what I had
seen. I said I would. Then he hugged me. It felt
like a million volts of electricity going
through my body I found that from his hug, I
couldn't stand up because of the intense power I
felt coming from him.
Then, I felt
myself falling very, very fast. I was literally
slammed back into my body on the bed. I was
slammed so hard that I sat up, shocked. I was so
disappointed that I was out of his presence and
back where everyone was so cruel. And I was so
sick. I could still feel the electrified feeling
of his touch. But once again, I was very sick.
Then I went to sleep.
The next morning
when I woke up I felt hungry so I ate. For the
first time in 11 years I ate a full meal, not
having any of the anorexic feelings I always had
from before. The same day was my doctor's
appointment. When the doctor examined me and
took some tests, he called a few days later
wanting to see me. He told me that I had healthy
kidney's. I was in shock. He said, "You do not
have kidney failure anymore."
I only got better and better. The doctor still
couldn't explain it. Nobody could. But I know
why. Jesus touched me, my soul body, and healed
me. The doctor just said there was no medical
reason for my kidneys to be normal. The next
time he saw me I had gained about fifteen
pounds. Now, nine years later, I went from
weighing 64 to 135 pounds. I have never had any
kidney problems nor any other kind of health
problems that anorexia can cause. I am fine. I
am healthy. And I will NEVER forget seeing
Jesus. Never. I can't even think of him today
without crying. I feel so special to have been
touched by him and being able to talk to him and
the fact that he had so much compassion for me.
I have not encountered anything like that here.
Now to end this, I will tell you why my
Grandpa was walking on his hands. My mother
never believed me when I told her of my
experience. I have only recently told her. I
know Jesus said to tell everyone but it took
nine years for me to say anything. I told my
mother that I saw Grandpa and how he was
thrilled to show me that he could walk on his
hands. Her face went white. I asked her what was
wrong. She said that when he was a teenager, he
used to do that to impress people. She said he
was very good at it and enjoyed showing off. But
she said I must have heard about it from
someone. I told her that I have never heard
about it from anyone in the family. Many of them
didn't even know it when I questioned them
later. My Grandma told my mother when she was a
child and that is why she recalled it. Grandpa
was very old when I was born and the older he
got, the more trouble he had doing anything. I
knew nothing about him when he was a child.
Nobody ever told me anything about him. So she
knows there's no way I could know that. But she
still doesn't believe that I went to heaven,
even though she can't explain how I knew that
Grandpa once could walk on his hands. He was
very proud of this in heaven just as he was
I forgot to mention that I had seen
all the pets I had as a child in heaven. Dogs
and even parakeets whom I really loved. They had
a caretaker - a man who took care of all the
animals. So if anyone ever asks me if animals
survive death, I have to say, "Yes!"
is my story and even though I've sinned many
times over since then, I know I'm forgiven when
I ask to be. I live my life in such a way that
if I were to die, heaven would be my home and
I'll be reunited with my family and with Jesus
again. I have told other people on the internet
about this, but they don't believe in God and
think I'm a nut. But I don't care. I keep
remembering that verse in the Bible that says to
be absent from the body is to be present with
the Lord. This is so true.