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The accident was traumatic and the surgeries were long. During the surgery, I had moved out of my body. I saw myself and then quickly began floating in a tunnel that was made of white light. It felt as though I was leaving my memories behind while moving in the tunnel. It was slow in the beginning, but I saw myself moving at an incredible pace. All of a sudden it came to an end. I found myself floating in an open space. This was the moment when I had no memories; it was very quite. I felt the presence of two people with me, but I didn't see them. I just felt their presence and I wanted to see them. I turned to each side, but I still couldn't see their faces. It seemed that they had bodies without faces. Along with the two souls, I moved in a direction unguided by anything. I saw myself seated in the presence of a being together with the accompanying souls.
When I was nine years old, I was hit by a car while riding my bike. I was thrown 75 feet and landed on my head, injury which crushed part of my skull (it was about a pear-sized hole over my right parietal lobe). A surgeon and his wife were packing their car for a weekend trip and witnessed the accident. The surgeon immediately responded and gave me CPR and mouth- to-mouth while his wife called 911. In the three minutes it took for the ambulance to arrive, I lost a third of my blood on the pavement. I was rushed to the hospital where I was given a blood transfusion. My ruptured spleen was removed and over the course of the next eight hours shards of bone were removed meticulously from my brain by two neurosurgeons. My vital signs dropped and I fell into a coma.
I was born on January 27, 1940 in Moline, Illinois during a taxi ride to the hospital with my parents. It was around 9:00 in the morning. My birth began as we approached the hospital. I was about halfway when the driver went fast around a turn and the car slid into a snow bank. Everyone slid to one side of the cab. My mother's legs came together, and she crushed my head with her hands. At the hospital, we were rushed inside where a doctor finished the delivery. He told my parents that I was dead with a crushed head. He started massaging my heart, cleared my air way, and pushed my head so it wasn't so mashed. I started breathing again.
In October 2001, I had surgery to remove precancerous growths from my colon. I had this exact surgery once prior, and it was ineffective for some reason. Begrudgingly, I agreed to go through the procedure again with a new doctor. At this time in my life I had been through a series of recent events that had left me numb emotionally. I might want to preface my story with the facts that I am a gay man, who was raised in a very strict "Born-Again Christian" home. When I was a kid, I held those beliefs close to my own detriment. I have never for a moment believed there was anything wrong with me, and I always knew I was made by God in his image. I just had held faith that God knew more than I, and therefore my life was different than what others had thought it should be. The fact I was gay had always been a point of contention with family, up to that point anyway. My husband of 10 years had died at age 39 in June 2000 after a two-year battle with testicular cancer. To say I was devastated by this loss after having fought beside him, and when necessary for him, is an understatement. At the time, I was "coasting" I suppose through life, wondering what it all meant. This was also just a few weeks after September 11th. I was wondering if the world was feeling the same as I was, considering the insanity we all had witnessed and been shaken by so deeply. During what should have been a quick and simple procedure that began about 10 a.m., I found out later that the anesthetist had felt I was coming around at one point during surgery, and chose to administer another full dose. Being seriously allergic to all forms of Opiates limits greatly what can be used. On that day it was a combination of IV Valium and Demerol, I think. After I was given another full dose I was told later my heart stopped during surgery, and it took a full 80 seconds to get it to start again.
I grew up in a small town, population approximately 3,000. I knew almost nothing of other religions/philosophies outside of Christianity. In 1976 I had major surgery to remove an acoustic neuroma. Two neuro-surgeons alternated performing the surgery that lasted 12 hours. I spent six hours in recovery and a day in ICU. Prior to surgery at about 5 a.m., I was given medication in my room to begin the anesthesia. As I faded away and couldn't keep my eyes open, my mother and brother prayed over me. My brother put his hands on top of my head during the praying, and I had intense flashes of white light inside or over my head. I "knew" I would be all right. I cried while being wheeled out of my room, and remember saying to the nurse I didn't know why I was crying because either way I was going to be all right. I don't remember anything more after that. Next I realized I had floated to the ceiling, but I had no form or body.
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