Not Near Death-Dead!

From: steve e. smith (steves@tspf.net)
Story type: Near Death Experience
Location: dothan al.
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Wed Sep  2 17:21:12 2009

I was at work, hot and stressed much like any other day at black rock. Dizziness and the worst heart burn i'd ever had set in. I had to walk about 100 yards to get to the office and air conditioning but I made it. My secretary offered to call 911 but being the Manly man i'd wait to see if it would pass.

Sweat had puddled around my chair. The almost unbearable pain had increased. Needless to say she called. Minutes later they came and tried to start an IV but the sweat was so profuse the surgical tape would not stick. One EMT held the IV in while the others placed me on a gurney. I don't remember much after that.

At the hospital my wife of 13 years and my two young sons stayed by my side. I remember the preacher coming in and talking to us. The next thing I remember I was on the operating room table with doctors all around, one climbed up on top of me with his knees on my arms, pulls down his mask and draws back with a syringe with a needle at least six inches long and stabs me in the chest.

I hear an almost silent humming noise that gets louder and louder then silence.

It's dark an feeling like I'm floting in mid air but at least I'm not hurting any more.

Here's the part where I lose the few people I've ever told my story to.

I'm floating along and I see a bright light the color of those new halogen headlights far in the distance. As I travel in that direction I have time to think how nice it is not to have to tote the weight of my body. Next how nice it is not to have to breath. And foremost the feeling of peace and love from all, there are no words in the English language to describe it. As I drew nearer to the light though it's still in the distance I see many, many, grey silhouette off to my left and one down to my right standing alone. I appear to be about ten feet above them all. The one whom I assume to be Jesus holds up his hand or hands, I'm not sure which even knowing how important details are. As I descend to him with his hands held high I hear a familiar voice coming from far away: You better think about those boys! All of a sudden I was snatched and I do mean snatched, like a mail bag being hooked by a train, and slamed back on the table as if I had been dropped from an eight story building. Again full of pain, fear and now anger.

I later told my wife if this ever happen again please just whisper; it's all right baby I love you.