I was a pedestrian pushing a disabled car when it was struck from behind. I was between the cars and the impact was so great it bent the frames on both cars. I regained consciousness on a gurney in the emergency room. I knew I was going to die and welcomed the release from pain. Because of my religious upbringing I was expecting a man in white robe on a golden throne to greet me.

It was 6 September 1983, a total dark phase (night). I was to take off in a Mig 23 aircraft SM 240. Immediately prior to take off I had a tingling sensation in my toes, telling me that something drastic was going to take place but I ignored the feeling.

I have not written about my NDE before, so I guess the best format is to write it as remembered.  I was almost four years old according to mom and dad when this occurred. I remember getting out of bed the day it happened. I also remember having breakfast then asking Dad if I could go swimming. His reply was no (he was watching a game on the T.V.). I went and played in my room for a little while and then asked him again. Again he said no. I played some more and the other kids had now left for school. I asked him again. He said oh all right, leave me alone. I took this as yes and put on my suit and climbed the ladder into our above ground pool.

I was rushed to hospital in the early hours of Thursday the 12th August, suffering from a ruptured appendix. On arrival I was subsequently mis-diagnosed as having only a "rumbling" appendix and spent 12 hours deteriorating but drugged and not in too much pain. When operated on that afternoon (Friday 13th) the mistake was discovered and frantic major surgery took place to try and remove the poison from my abdominal cavity. I was finally taken back to a side ward with the expectation that I would die within hours.