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January 11, 2013, I was riding snowmobiles in the mountains of St. Charles, Idaho in the Bear Lake area. Snow conditions were terrible and the avalanche risk was extreme but being the powder hounds we were, we went anyway.
My Near-Death Experience (NDE) took place when I was 4 or 5 years old. I cannot determine the age exactly, but I was in kindergarten when it happened. It was a very sunny day, typical to those of Quito, Ecuador, the city where I was born and grew up. I remember playing in the school yard, going down the slide and running around the many children who were there during the break. Suddenly, as I sprinted through the middle of the yard, a kid bumped into me, and our heads collided violently. When I looked at him, with frustration and anger, he was staring back at me with the same shock, which told me that he was not at fault, and it had been an accident.
February 15, 2022, I tested positive for COVID. By May 15th, I had a 104-degree fever and had started to write a death diary.
On October 10, 2023, I had a kidney stone that breached my right kidney. I passed out at home and was transported to the ER where I went into septic shock with multi-organ failure.
I saw a "stairway to heaven."
On the steps and faces of the steps were little movies of my life playing. The steps leading upward from my vantage point were my future. The steps leading back down were of my past. On either side of the stairway was open air or space. There were only the steps with open space behind them. It was light out and there was no landscape anywhere.
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