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I was a freshman in college and very depressed. I had had a very difficult childhood, been abused by both parents in different ways, severely neglected, not given enough to eat.
In the summer of 1998, I was going down the stairs at the music school in Frederiksberg, Copenhagen, Denmark where I taught. I had just heard my students' end-of-term concert. I got a sudden pain in my chest and a feeling of pressure on my chest, which I now recognise as angina pectoris. (I had had a similar experience two weeks before, but an ECG a couple of days later had failed to show anything abnormal.)
On May 22, 2011, I will never forget it, at 1:45 pm I suffered a fainting fit while I was taking part in a course for policemen training to get their diplomas.
I suffered a heart attack and apparently, according to what I was told, I remained unconscious for some time. But I didn’t experience that unconsciousness at all. On the contrary, I saw myself in a place that I didn’t know, which surprised me and radically changed the way I saw life.
When I was 3, I ingested 30 Seconals that had been prescribed for my mom during her divorce. Our housekeeper, Lula, came to wake me from my daily nap, and found that I had vomited pink liquid all over my pillow and could not be woken.
My OOBE/NDE experience occurred on May 4, 2015. I need to go to the Emergency Room at the local hospital that has both the EKG facilities and the staff to provide any indicated medical care. I realize that I am probably in some state of shock with the possibility of a mortal crisis, and my analytical brain isn’t really functioning very well. Angels, please get me to the hospital without any more drama! Another 8-mile drive to the hospital, and I calmly walk up to the receptionist and ask if I could get an EKG because I’m beginning to show the signs of CHF (Congestive Heart Failure). Those must be magic code words. She probably hit a little red button somewhere, because a nurse immediately bursts out of the double doors of the triage room, flies out with a wheelchair, plunks me down in it, and wheels me into the EKG room where at least a dozen little probes are attached to my chest in a flurry of activity. A Physician comes in, looks at the EKG strip and orders me to be immediately admitted. Evidently it was worse than I thought, and I thank the Angels again for getting me here.
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