|David Dawson's Near-Death
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 with her.
She asked, "What
was going on?"
The reply was, "You
can come home now."
In her confusion
she asked, "What do you mean? I am on my way home.
That's where my children are."
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 hereafter.
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 her injuries.
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 in heaven.
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!!!"