Thread: My Story - COMENTS PLEASE

I was in a deep coma. On October 27th 2004 due to a bad car accident. I was placed on a DNR. Up to this point I had overcome Sepsis, Double pneumonia, Adult Respiratory Disease, Non-clotting of blood, and a complete liver, bowel shut down. They told my parents that they wanted to turn off life support because I would never come out of this. And if I did I would be a vegetable. My father refused, but they did agree on the DNR. They said that I had a 95% chance of going into cardiac arrest. They brought everyone up to say good by. About 11ish that night they rushed me to surgery thinking I had a bowel obstruction. (??? why, if I was on a DNR?- No one can answer). Well on the table I had again dropped my blood oxygen, heart rate, and there were little to brain function. Only for a minute or so. Then I returned to normal, and made it through surgery - a week later they decided to give me nutrition, and I came out of my coma, and they kept me in a drug induced coma for a few weeks. On Thanksgiving I was transferred to a rehabilitation hospital, and Today I have very little resounding effects.

Now, that was where I was at on the outside. But on the inside I was everywhere. But mainly I was in a desert with this old Hispanic woman in a red dress dabbing my forehead with a whit gauze cloth. There were others around me. Very distraught.

It's like I lived other lives. None were my own. The people I knew, but the places were foreign. I was in Mexico a lot (Or what I deciphered to be Mexico). I contracted a Mexican STD and had to keep getting shots because I kept turning green. I lived in a city of "infected" people. I lived in houses at times that were run down, walls missing shacks. I lived in one apartment with some old people, and the walls were only half high.

I met a man and fell in love. He was my - and I knew this - exact. I think he may have been Jesus. That's the feeling I have now about it.

I saw my deceased grandmother. She was irritated with me and said she was not here for me, that she was there to get someone else. (My grandfather died shortly after I was admitted to the hospital). There are some other things that happened that I can not accurately put into words.

BUT the one thing that is miraculous is the Old Hispanic woman. Now, 6 months ago I started dating a guy that I had known for about 4 years. Well I went to his home and in his room there was a picture of his mother. IT WAS HER! I asked him about her, and he said she had passed away in October of 04. I did not say anything to him about my experience. Other things have happened. I found out that she had been buried in a red dress. Now, I finally told John of this, and all he had to say was - well, that sounds like her, always helping someone.

Today, me and John are married. And magical things are happening. I am so afraid to tell anyone because I don't want to scare anyone.