Wednesday, March 09, 2011
I was brought up in a non religious home. I really don't know if my mother believed in God, as she died way too young, for me to even think of asking. Though I know my sister is and our father was an ethicises.
When I was 35 I had a heart attack. I was put on life support for two months in a comatose state. I did have the most incredible experience. First I felt like I was flying backwards in a spiral motion. When the motion stopped, music so tremendous, it seem to come streaming into my whole being. Then before me was this brilliant light. I recalled seeing a man with a flowing gown, long chestnut brown shoulder length hair, the man had his arms out stretched to me. It seemed he was beckoning me to come forward, into the light. I knew a little about God, as I did go to sunday school once or twice, with a friend, when I was kid. In a silent moment I trembled and thought, is this God? I began to tremble with fear of death, towards the brilliant light. Then all went black, as pitch black as I could not see. I stayed there for how long I don't know, suddenly I cried out "if this is hell, I don't want to be here anymore.
The next thing I remember, my sister was talking to me. Asking me to sign my widow's cheque so she could deposit it into my bank account. I looked at her and began to laugh and replied " I would if I could remember who I was or what my name is." She told me my name but I could not remember how to spell or write. I remember scribbling on the back of the cheque. The bank okayed it, strange things can happen!
I remained in the hospital for several weeks. When my sister came to pick me up. She told me, my doctor told her, that I may have permanent memory loss or I will have temporary amnesia. This really scared me.
I practiced printing the alphabet everyday, then I started slowly to remember how to write. When my writing was eligible to read, I took my grade 12 over again at night school. I passed grade 12 the second time around with higher marks than when I was 17 years old. This proved to me, that I was back to normal. When I turned 50 I had saved enough money, to enter university.
Today I don't follow any man made religion by going to some man made church but I do believe in God and Christianity. I think I was given a second chance to believe in him, which I truly do.
So dear cyber friends, now you know why I have to edit alot of what I type!