REAL Near Death Experiences

[Doc Tinker]

On a more serious note. . I have not had a real near death experience, although I have had experiences with my guardian angel many times. Personally, I believe my guardian angel is really my Mom watching out for me, but I'm not ready for a theological discussion about that. Tell us about your near death experience, or your encounter with an guardian angel.





Remember. . give us real experiences in this thread. You can post your "Date with the Devil" and other humorous imaginations in the other "Near Death Experiences" thread. Be carefull. . if you post something in here that I don't believe, it might get moved into the other thread, so make it good



Thank you





Doc

 

[ToolManTimTaylor]

Dont mean to depress anyone or go pullitzer.

Doc this may qualify. In October of 1983 the doctors at YNH hospital had stopped my heart for 13 secconds while they performed a proceedure (Actually I was a Ginnuea Pig) to insert an aortic arterial cathedor. The reason was so I could have Nothing by mouth for 7 months so my intestines could heal after a severe run with intestional distress (14 ulcers). The first Real death prior to that was when I was first admitted two months prior to the opperation. From bleeding internally so badly I litterally was allmost out of blood (I will never forget just how HARD a heart can pound in your chest) and had collapsed on the floor in the new houst we were looking at when we moved bact to CT. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ..... I was only 10 years old at that point

 

[gitchesum]

On Feb 17th 1990, I remember the date because it was my younger brother's birthday. We went to work on a boat we had been restoring down in Kemah. The weekend before we had done some tuning on the engine and ran out of gas. We brought 3 5-gallon plastic gas cans down with us. We turned the blowers on, and I started filling the tank with the 15 gallons of gas. My father went down in the cabin to work on some plumbing. I was pouring the last 5 gallons in, when all of a sudden “BOOM!!!”. All I remember is being engulfed in a fireball. The next thing I remember is being on the dock, not sure how I got there. That where I believe the guardian angel was by my side. I looked and saw my father on the dock on the other side of the boat. The man in the boat next to us had helped him out. The boat was under water within 30 seconds.

After all was said and done, it was discovered that a static electricity spark had caused the fumes coming out of the tank to ignite, which caused the 5 gallon can in my hand to explode as well as the 60 gallon gas tank I was standing above. Luckily, there was a teak wood deck between me and the big metal gas tank on the boat.



Total injuries, medium second degree burns to our faces and hands. No skin graft needed and no scars to show for it.

The old captain that salvaged the boat told us that in his whole life, he's seen boats explode like that but had never seen anyone get off alive.

 

[RonaldLarson]

Good subject

My guardian angel is my Grandmother, and she too has had an impact, both physicaly and spiritualy. I was badly injured on my motorcycle in 1964, having been t-boned by another bike. Grandma had died four months before my accident. I was nearly out of blood when I arrived at a hospital, and lost heart function twice in emergency. My kidneys failed, I had staph infections and so I was moved to the terminal ward. A full time nurse watched over me, and she was washing my face gently and talking to me, when I decided I was going to die, I just did not have any more energy. I rose up into a brightly lit place, and I was looking at my body and watching the nurse rush around me trying to wake me. My grandmother's voice said to me: "It's not your time yet Ronnie",and I was back inside my body and was trying to suck water from the wash cloth the nurse was washing my face with. The nurse said "you were gone there for a while weren't you?".

I ended up losing my left leg below the knee, but my left arm was saved and works very well. Total score: leg, nearly severed arm, three broken ribs, punctured lung, broken collar bone, two broken fingers and assorted road rash.

Since then, there have been many instances where nothing less than divine intervention have saved my sorry butt, and I truly believe it is my grandmother. I also have no fear of dying, but I ain't ready just yet!

Ron

 

[lgibson]

In 1995, I was involved in a car accident. I was driving my CJ-5 when a 1986 Kenworth pulling twin 40' belly dumps full of gravel ran a red light and hit the driverside of my Jeep. He was going about 30 to 35 mph at point of impact. The first memery after was me looking down at my Jeep. At this point I thought I was dead because I was looking down and it was a little hazy, and the people sounded a long way off. Then everything went black.

Found out later that my seat belt broke, that saved my life, I went into the windshield on passinger side then was thrown out the driver side and landed on the hood of the truck. That is why I saw my Jeep from above. 28" depression on the drivers side of that Jeep. I still don't know how I survived that.

 

[wcaldwell]

I was stationed in Naples, Italy between May '88 and May 92. Around March '90, I was driving on the Autostrada alone in my '80 BMW 320 Bavaria doing 75 - 80 mph. I was the only car on the highway in the left lane in a gentle right slightly uphill curve which the gently curved left into a tunnel. Just before the left curve, I heard "Move Over". I was alone in the car. I moved to the center lane and entered the tunnel. Sitting in the left lane - the one I had just moved out of - was an abandoned Fiat. No flares, no triangles, no warnings of any kind. Thata would have been ugly.



I know there was some kind of angel watching over me that day.





Wayne

 

[Briar Hopper]

During my 4 years in upstate New York for college, I lived a pretty free-wheelin' lifestyle, which I won't go into detail about, other than the fact it involved Harleys, rock musician friends, and plenty of beer.

It was the habit in those days to pick up hitch-hikers, even though it had started to become common knowledge that it was dangerous to do so. We all hitch-hiked, whenever we needed to, especially when public transportation left us with additional ground to cover. So none of us thought much of picking up anyone, and we never had to wait long for a ride, ourselves.

I had my '67 Camaro at school with me. I was on my way back to Rochester from visiting my girlfriend in Syracuse. Saw a guy with his thumb out, by the side of the NY Thruway...

Though there was nothing out of place or unusual looking about him, a terrible feeling just went through me, and I sped away after having slowed down to pull over. I felt guilty for three days, until I saw his picture in the paper as having been caught in Ohio, driving a murdered guy's car.

I never, ever, ever stopped to pick up anyone else after that. I never, ever thumbed another ride after that.....

 

[baby.driver]

Mine is like wcaldwell and Briar Hopper

Having been left way behind by my faster riding friends I'm riding down this sandwash on my Suzuki TS 250.

This guy comes around the next bend in the wash and looks behind him. As we close he looks in my face. No hand up to indicate he has followers, nothing.

About 150 feet before the bend I get "bong... you're going to meet his friend at the corner".

I think, boy that's weird (125 feet) never had that happen before. Interesting. Huh.

At 50 feet it's "BONG... YOU'RE GOING TO HIT HIS FRIEND AT THE CORNER".

Wow, what is this? Some kind of a joke. Twice...

15 feet... Na, million to one.

WHAM.

Head-on. Wrecked both bikes, dislocated triple fracture of the right wrist. Lots more damage that still hurts today, 24 years later.

As I was waiting for the rescue truck, I'm praying and asking HIM why? trying to figure out what I did to deserve this.

HIS answer came.

"Nothing, you just wouldn't listen".

Since then I listen. Get those BAD feelings and I PAY ATTENTION.

God is real, and HE loves us.



Yours,



Jay

 

[rrausch]

Ditto that baby. driver! I was in a little coastal, Ca. town about 20 years ago, in a junk store when the heaviest rain I have ever seen came through town. I was standing right inside the side door of this little shop, wanting to run over to my truck parked directly across on the other side of the little side street, but I couldn't even see my truck, the rain was that heavy. I could hardly make out the cars parked on this side of the street! Visibility was less than 10 feet! All you could see was a silver wall of rain obscuring everything. So I opened the shop door and got back about 5 feet and took off running, and by the time I was across the sidewalk I was soaked to the skin. When I crossed the sidewalk I aimed for the space between 2 parked cars. I couldn't see any cars coming, because of the rain, but figured who would be out driving in THIS storm. When I hit the space between the parked cars I heard a very loud voice said, "STOP". I stopped. The very next moment a car whished by silently in front of me. I couldn't even hear it as it went by, the rain was so heavy. If I had not stopped I would have been hit. I made it to my truck, and just sat there very grateful and in awe and in about 5 minutes the rain stopped. It changed my life. I went back to church and started praying again.

 

[sberrio]

I was jumping on Juliet DZ, near Aviano, Italy. On the 1st aircraft out of 2. I came out clean with a perfect canopy. The next bird dropped right over top of us.

A jumper slipped right over top of me and I stole his air. When this happened, we started "leapfrogging" (he came below me, reinflated his canopy and stole my air).

This continued all the way to the ground. He ended up coming below me at about 75 feet, and my chute partially collapsed. I heard the wind whistling through my ears as I burned in. Strangly, I walked away with nothing more than a sprained ankle. The other guy shattered his leg.

After over 70 jumps that was the only time I've been truly %100 scared for my life.

Now on recruiting duty in Woonsocket, RI. I definately do not mention this incident, when I tell the kids about the "glory of being a paratrooper"

simon

 

[Heetseeker_1]

It was a two story single family structure fire with heavy fire and smoke showing at the front door entry way. As a truckie, I had to get to the search asap. My engine company arrived on scene and pulled tank lines for interior attack and I saw them charging the lines and getting thier safety gear checked off... so I thought they were going in on my 6. I hit the deck and belly crawled in under the heat and started the search to the left, as there was no way I could get to the stairway with that amount of fire coming from the kitchen and dining room. I dropped down into a sunken living room, across the family pooch when things got way too toasty. I have seen some heat, but this triggered an "uh-oh" like right now. I should have heard the engine pukes blasting away with the water but... nothing. . only the 'pops' and exploding kitchen contents that accompanies interior fire. "They're not coming in!", I thought. It had only been 30-maybe 45 seconds but it was time to bail. My exit strategy was a reversal and it had to be fast because I was cooking off. Man, I was so low my helmet visor was scraping the carpet! Visibility was non existent so it was brail all the way. I started feeling water on the carpet so I knew I was close to the door but I couldn't go any faster than I already was. I shot through the door and got to the front lawn, took a knee and started stripping my gear that was keeping the heat on me. Someone turned a hose on me and I thought I would never make it out of my airpack and turnout jacket. Once the fire was out I approached the engine company whom I thought was behind me and the look on their faces was enough. I know they could see in my eyes the feeling of betrayal and disapointment I was ready to unleash on them, and they were humbled. I spoke no words but went back and started picking up my gear when I saw a distinct shadow of my airpack on my jacket... burned in. My helmet shield melted, and we took the air bottle out of service, permently... it was toasted. I figured the old timer on the nozzle thought he was just too close to retirement to hang it out that far, but it just about cost me some skin. He retired.

 

[wcaldwell]

Another one:



July last year, my wife and I took a vacation to Hartford, CT; Niagra Falls, NY; Boston, MA; and around the Rhode Island costal area. We stopped in a small RI town and went to play in the water. My wife swims well, but I don't so we stayed in waist deep water. We went back to our towels for a few minutes and then back to the water. When we went back, I noticed one man body surfing - he was kind of stocky, dark complexion, black crew cut hair in a red tank top and some kind of a "flipper" on his hand.



My wife was floating and I was holding her hand, jumping up as the waves came in, having a good time. This one time, I jumped and when I came back down, only my toes were on the sand and the water was up to my chin. I turned and told her to ake me toward the shore. She couldn't. The waves were pulling both of us. I looked around and my eyes locked on the same man who I had seen a little earlier body surfing. I motioned to him to come help. He looked at me with a questioning look and I motioned again. He was there immediately and pulled us both to shore. I thanked him as you would probably believe and went to our towels.



I stood there drying off and looked around at everyone - searching all over the beach and water for about 5 minutes for this man.



He was nowhere to be found!



Guardian Angel?????????? I have thanked God for him more times than I can count.



Wayne