(I had to piece this together from input from my mom and dad. To say this was a Near Death experience is not quite right. I stopped breathing, my skin turned blue and my heart stopped.)
I was 18 months old. I remember I started having trouble breathing. I guess I was making odd sounds and my mom came to check on me. I was on the floor and my throat was closing up. Paramedics rush into the room and drop their big bags near me. Someone says "His skin is blue."
Within seconds I could no longer breathe. I closed my eyes, everything got dark. Sound from my ears faded away and things became silent. In a few seconds I saw a light far away. I started moving towards the light.
As I got closer I could feel a positive energy coming from this light. As I neared the light, this love energy became overwhelming. I was a little nervous but liked the energy. I see human shadows and shapes and in the foreground a man with long, wavy brown hair fades into view. He has a simple, rough-woven robe that goes down to his ankles. On his feet are simple leather sandals. His robe is tied with simple rope cord.
I can see people moving behind him, trying to get a look at me. The light washed everything out though so I can see why people might think there are clouds in heaven. The light and love flows from a source behind everyone like a wind that permeates the soul, and heals, and comforts. I did not know what to think of this place.
The man said "My child! What are you doing here? This is not your time. Go back now." His smile was comforting, caring, and he was genuinely happy to see me, but he knew something was not as planned. It was Jesus though I didn't know what a Jesus was at that time. (My family is Catholic.)
I started moving away from the light. I see myself in a strange room, it is a hospital. I float over my bed. My mom is trying to stop crying. The doctor says "We have to put a needle in his heart." My mom starts crying more. My dad, not long out of the army, commands "Do it."
The doctor gets out a long needle, puts it in my chest, and I zoom towards my body as darkness clouds my vision.
And that's all I remember. Now we know I have asthma.
I had a few other asthma attacks before age 8 but they were managed with a steamy bathroom. They did not have daily asthma meds I could take back in the 1970s.
I was 18 months old. I remember I started having trouble breathing. I guess I was making odd sounds and my mom came to check on me. I was on the floor and my throat was closing up. Paramedics rush into the room and drop their big bags near me. Someone says "His skin is blue."
Within seconds I could no longer breathe. I closed my eyes, everything got dark. Sound from my ears faded away and things became silent. In a few seconds I saw a light far away. I started moving towards the light.
As I got closer I could feel a positive energy coming from this light. As I neared the light, this love energy became overwhelming. I was a little nervous but liked the energy. I see human shadows and shapes and in the foreground a man with long, wavy brown hair fades into view. He has a simple, rough-woven robe that goes down to his ankles. On his feet are simple leather sandals. His robe is tied with simple rope cord.
I can see people moving behind him, trying to get a look at me. The light washed everything out though so I can see why people might think there are clouds in heaven. The light and love flows from a source behind everyone like a wind that permeates the soul, and heals, and comforts. I did not know what to think of this place.
The man said "My child! What are you doing here? This is not your time. Go back now." His smile was comforting, caring, and he was genuinely happy to see me, but he knew something was not as planned. It was Jesus though I didn't know what a Jesus was at that time. (My family is Catholic.)
I started moving away from the light. I see myself in a strange room, it is a hospital. I float over my bed. My mom is trying to stop crying. The doctor says "We have to put a needle in his heart." My mom starts crying more. My dad, not long out of the army, commands "Do it."
The doctor gets out a long needle, puts it in my chest, and I zoom towards my body as darkness clouds my vision.
And that's all I remember. Now we know I have asthma.
I had a few other asthma attacks before age 8 but they were managed with a steamy bathroom. They did not have daily asthma meds I could take back in the 1970s.