David Dawson's Near-Death Experience
name is David G. Dawson and the near-death experience I
have to tell you about concerns my mother who has since
passed on a number of years ago back on November 3, 1980.
Well anyway, this event happened to my
mother when I was at the tender age of 13. What happened
is one night my grandmother had come to stay with us. My
grandmother had been staying with my aunt Edna, but unfortunately
she had left her heart medication at my aunt Edna's
house. So my mother had volunteered to go and get it for
my grandmother since no one else was there who could drive.
My dad and uncles had gone out for a drink earlier that
evening and had not returned yet and my grandmother really
needed her medication. So my mother had left to go get it.
En route to returning home, my mother
was involved in an almost fatal one car accident. The accident
was the result of my mother having a heart attack while
driving home. She blacked out and the car she was driving
veered off the road and struck a steel utility pole. The
damage to the car was total. The front end was crushed in
so badly that the engine was in the front seat with my mother.
As a result of the collision force on
my mother's frail body, she had broken every rib in
her chest and crushed her sternum. This is where the steering
column had hit her. The sac surrounding her heart had also
been torn in the wreck.
Later, after recovering from her injuries
resulting from the accident and returning home, my mother
sat all of us down (seven children in all and my dad) around
the dinning room table and told us of her experience immediately
following the accident. All she knew was that she was driving
down Eastern Ave in Cincinnati, Ohio (the town we lived
in at that time), when suddenly she had a terrible pain
in her chest. The next thing she recalled was seeing a bright
light and knowing somehow that it was Jesus. He was communicating
She asked, "What was going on?"
The reply was, "You can come home
In her confusion she asked, "What
do you mean? I am on my way home. That's where my children
Jesus told her, "No. You were injured
and you are between life and death."
Jesus told her to turn around, and when
she did, she saw herself being pulled out of the wreckage.
Then the paramedics began working on her. It was at this
point my mother explained that she began to understand.
She had been given a choice - life here on Earth or in the
She expressed her concerns for us, her
children, and prayed that she be granted more time - time
enough to see her children grown to adulthood.
Her prayers were answered in the blink
of an eye.
The next thing my mother remembered was
waking up two weeks later in the I.C.U. ward at Cincinnati
General Hospital. Her attending physician, Dr. Sabian, was
immediately notified as was my Dad. When my mother's
doctor told her what had happened to her, she was amazed
that she was alive. Dr. Sabian told her it was nothing short
of a miracle she survived. He told her that after doing
all they could do, the medical team decided all they could
do further was to just try and make my mother as comfortable
as possible. No one believed at that point she would survive
Dr. Sabian told my mother that, from
the time she came into the emergency room, that fateful
night, to the time she finally left the hospital 2 1/2 months
later, she had been in God's hands because nothing the
medical team had done could have saved her due to the severity
of the injuries incurred in her accident. That and her previous
medical condition should have proven to be fatal.
You see, my mother suffered form congestive
heart failure due to damage to her heart as a result of
rheumatic fever in her youth.
So one may ask, "Do I believe in
God and an afterlife?"
My reply is a resounding, "YOU BET
I DO." And I believe she is now with my God and Savior
My mother was given the gift of life
even though there was much suffering in it. I know she treasured
every moment of it. She was able to raise eight children
to adulthood ( 6 boys and 2 girls). Four of her sons served
in the armed forces during the Vietnam War, myself included.
I was in the 101st Airborne Div. HQ. HQ. Company 1st Bat.
of the 506th infantry.
Shortly before my unit shipped out to
Vietnam, I was transferred to the Third Army's 387th
Transportation Bat at Fort Campbell Ky. I was transferred
1 1/2 months later to the US. ARMY Surgical Hosp. at Ft.
Campbell. You see, I was a Medical Specialist Abn. This
unit is where I served out the rest of my term of service
during the Vietnam War.
So you may ask, "Do I believe in
miracles? YOU BET!!!"