It was almost New Years and I was on my way to the store. I was stopped at a red light, thinking about if they would have my favorite ham. I am very picky about ham, I want Kirchmeier spiral sliced on the bone ham. I knew I would be very disappointed if not and try another store before giving up. Odd I know exactly what was on my mind.
I never heard the sound of brakes, nor was I looking in the mirror when I was slammed into my steering wheel. My foot must of came off the brake or maybe not, but I was pushed into the busy intersection. Then I heard breaks, squealing tires, I recall the first slam into the drivers side door. I remembered no more, I am guessing that was a blessing.
I didn't know I was hit three times, nor that others were hurt as well. I did not know till later I was loaded in an ambulance and rushed to Barns Hospital. So I have been told I died several times, of this, I can't say. What I do know once in ICU family was called in and told to say their goodbyes.
My oldest daughter logged in to my Facebook page somehow, a mystery I still don't know the answer to the how. Yet once there she told all of my friends what had happened and asked people to pray. Now seems my two brothers felt it would be good to ask people to join them with candles and have a prayer meeting outside under my window.
Who could of known instead of ten people showing up, people came in from everywhere to be a part of it. People that even had always told me they were atheist came and bowed heads and held a candles. The crowd became so large it had to expand across Kingshighway into the park. Soon the street was blocked as people got out of cars to pray.
I knew none of this in my comma as my three children gathered around my bed. I did not know my four grandchildren had walked down and stood at the head of the crowd. Which one started it, I don't know, but somehow heads lifted and voices rang out.as they begin to sing amazing grace.
They say, a bright light shown in the sky, some say it looked as if a angel, others a dove, and another said just a light, my brother said it was my mom as they fell on their knees.
Suddenly I was awake. Not just awake, I was as if I was twenty years younger, my hair was full again. I felt not only well, I felt perfect. I got up, kids tried to keep me down to wait on the Doctor. Yet I walked through the floor in my gown stopping at every room to touch the sick and say in the name of Jesus. It seems, so I been told, every person was healed in that moment.
I walked out too their singing, I lifted my voice, and sung to God be the glory great things he hath done. Soon I was hugging and shaking hands and meeting friends and then I saw the doctor. He said this cannot be. My heart was now well, my eyes were perfect, and haha I had all my thick dark copper red hair.
I was released and as I walked in the lobby there was a grand piano, I always dreamed of playing the piano. I stopped and sit down, and I did it, I began to play a Beatles song, and teasing my son with, we don't live in a yellow submarine. People stopped to listen.
I walked out to meet smiling faces, I looked up and wondered what all else had changed?
Then it hit me, this was not real, it can't be real. I was laying on blue satin, I had on a suit. I was hearing a crowd singing amazing grace, but if I looked to the left or too the right all I could see was puffy blue satin. I saw but could not speak as someone spoke about my life, then faces passing, looking down at me, some, well a few with tears.
Then a lid closed, I could hear nothing, darkness. What was this. I was being carried, I could tell. Then my mind exploded, they are going to bury me. Don't they know, I am not dead, stop this madness I was only sleeping. I hear my brother playing his guitar and singing, we have one more valley, one more hill. I tried to yell, I am here, I want to sing it again too.
Soon there was no sounds, I heard dirt falling on me. They were leaving me for dead and soon I would be. I wished there was a bell cord as in days of old, so I could pull it, ring the bell and say I am alive.
Days have gone by maybe even months, I feel neither heat nor cold, I do not cry, I hear worms in the box, maybe it has been years. I wait, somehow I know, there will be a trumpet sound and I will rise. I think and hope my family will still know me and I them. I remembered while laying there all alone, he said I would never die. He was right, so I just wait, at last I have learned patience.