I will try to give you a really concise look at how I saw it.
It was early in 2002, more than 11 years ago, and I was in the best of health if you don't
count my allergies to pollen and dust! Suddenly, one day, I felt the worst pain in my head that can
be imagined and I felt myself collapse to the floor. As I passed out, I was sure that this was it.
It very nearly was. They had no clue as to what my illness was, but in time it was determined
to be a cerebral bleed caused by a bursting arteriovenous-malformation(AVM).
When the swelling in my head went down I was given as 8 hour operation to try to
save my life, but afterwards my relatives were warned that I was still expected to soon die, or
be what they called brain dead. I had amnesia when I woke up again, but I knew that things
were not going so well. I remember wishing that I could recover to live another 5 years, as
long as I could keep my job and still be able to drive my car. But I did not figure that was likely
to happen. Would God help me? I figured that was the only way. At first I could not even talk or walk.
One day my wife came in the hospital and told me that she had a message for me and I wondered which
of my old friends had sent me a greeting. But she said the message was a spiritual one, and I would be
healed and in time recover 100% to be as I once was, but it would take time, time and time. I figured that
was the only way, but it required longer than even I thought. People prayed for me, when my family asked them to, both
Protestants and Catholics. God bless every one of them! I got my life back literally an inch at a time but I got it all back.
Afterwards I started praying for others who were very ill or dying, and I enjoyed the stories of those who were healed
even more than my own healing.
And one day something jogged my memory as to my near death. I was below the earth and going through a tunnel,
and there was a guide with me and two or three others. You could see a light up ahead and hear a roar, but before we
got there the guide told me I would have to return, because the place was not ready for me yet. Come back in the future,
and I could come in. I was disappointed, but I returned.
If you come to be dying, don't give up, get some sincere people of faith to pray for you, and things may work out
better than you could imagine! It happened to me. Thank you Jesus!
Edited by jjphere, 18 February 2013 - 07:20 PM.