I entered the hospital about midnight on December 24, 1967 in labor and suffering from respiratory distress. In the delivery room, I was given a facemask that impaired my breathing even more and because of the Demerol I had been given I was unable to speak up and tell them the mask was suffocating me. I reached up and tore the mask away from my face. Someone then took my hands and strapped them down to the side of the table so that I could not do anything to prevent the repeat of the gas and mask. In that period of time I knew that I was going to die and being an Atheist I had hoped that the agony of suffocation would end quickly and I would finally and permanently lose consciousness.

What you are about to read is a miracle and true to every detail as best as I can describe, although no words can portray the feeling of intense emotion that I felt. I feel that I must describe it in the present tense to transport readers into my experience to help them visualize step by step what I experienced as it unfolded.  Read it slowly and place yourself in my place as I lead you into my story. This is what I experienced one evening in the year 1984.

I was very seriously ill. My spleen had ruptured at home and I was rushed into Yeovil Hospital. I was being made ready for surgery. I kept going in and out of a coma. During this time I could see myself lying there. I felt at ease. After a short minute, a very bright light appeared. It was getting brighter and brighter all the time. Then I saw the figure of a man.