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In 2002 I was throw from a horse, broke my back in six places, and suffered a concussion. I was brought to the hospital and given iodine for a cat scan. Unbeknownst to me then, I was allergic to iodine and my heart stopped while I was in the cat scan.
On the morning of 10/25/01, I called in sick to work. It’s not that I felt sick; I just didn’t feel completely right. So, I stayed home and rested. In the early evening (about 5:00 p.m.) I went with my husband to an event that we already had tickets for.
I was 11 years old walking home from school. I stepped out in front of a car which hit me on my bottom. I was propelled through the air, I thought “this will hurt” as I fell to earth. I felt no pain and then (I guess when my head hit the ground) I heard a “crack” and suddenly I was being pulled rapidly upwards. I found myself standing in front of a woman who was very beautiful. She appeared to be in her 30’s although I knew she was hundereds of years old (I dont know how I knew this).
When I was alone I asked God why he abandoned me? All I could see was hatred in the world. I didn’t want to be a part of the ugly human race anymore. “God,” I would yell, “you don’t love me anymore!” “Why do you hate me?” Crying uncontrollably, I overdosed on Zoloft. As I was fading, in a soft voice, I looked up and said, “God, you don’t want me here so I am leaving.” This was in November 2002. I passed out for a while but to my surprise I was still alive.
At age 13 years old I had surgery with ether. Saw myself flat on my back speeding through a tunnel. All kinds of colored lights were on the walls inside — beautiful colors and a bright light at the end, brighter than the sun. But it didn’t hurt to look at it. As I got closer and closer and almost to the light, I woke up — about a week later. I just seemed to have passed out in the tunnel.
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