The next thing she recalled was seeing a bright light and knowing somehow that it was Jesus, she was communicating with.
My name is David G. Dawson and the Near Death Experience I have to tell you
about concerns my mother who has sense passed on a number of years ago back on
November 3, 1980.
Well anyway, this event happened to my mother when I was at the tender age of
13. What happened is one night my grandmother had come to stay with us. My
grandmother had been staying with my Aunt Edna, but unfortunately she had left
her heart medication at my Aunt Edna's house. So my mother had volunteered to go
and get it for my grandmother since no one else was there who could drive.
My dad and uncles had gone out for a drink earlier that evening and had not
returned yet and my grandmother really needed her medication. So my mother had
left to go get it. In route to returning home my Mother was involved in an
almost fatal car accident. The accident was the result of my mother having a
heart attack while driving home. She blacked out and the car she was driving
veered off the road and struck a steel utility pole. The damage to the car was
total. The front end was crushed in so badly that the engine was in the front
seat with my mother.
As a result of the collision force on my mothers frail body she had broken every
rib
in her chest and crushed her sternum this is where the steering column had hit
her the sac surrounding her heart had also been torn in the wreck.
Later after recovering from her injuries resulting from the accident and
returning home. My mother sat all of us down (seven children in all and my dad)
around the dinning room table and told us of her experience immediately
following the accident. She all she knew was that she was driving down Eastern
Ave, in Cincinnati, Ohio (the town we lived in at that time).
Suddenly she had a terrible pain in her chest. The next thing she recalled was
seeing a bright light and knowing somehow that it was Jesus, she was
communicating with. She asked what was going on.
The reply was, "You can go home now."
In her confusion she asked, "What do you mean? I am on my way home. That's where
my children are.
Jesus told her, "No you were injured and your between life and death."
Jesus told her to turn around. When she did, she saw herself being pulled out of
the wreckage. Then the paramedics began working on her. My mother explained it
was at this point that she began to understand. She had been given a choice.
Life here on earth, or life in the hereafter. She expressed her concerns for her
children and prayed that she be granted more time. Time enough to see her
children grown to adulthood.
Her prayers where answered in the blink of an eye. The next thing my mother
remembered was waking up two weeks later in the ICU ward at Cincinnati General
Hospital. Dr. Sabian, her attending physician immediately notified my Dad.
When my mother's doctor told her what had happened to her, she was amazed that
she was alive. Dr. Sabian told her it was nothing short of a miracle she
survived. He told her after doing all they could, the medical team decided all
they could do further was just to try and make my mother as comfortable as
possible.
At that point no one believed she would survive her injuries. Dr. Sabian told my
mother that from the time she came into the emergency room that fateful night,
to the time she finally left the hospital 2 1/2 months later, that she had been
in Gods hands. He stated that due to the severity of the injuries, nothing the
medical team had done could have saved her. Considering her previous medical
condition the injuries should have proven to be fatal.
You see my mother suffered form Congestive Heart Failure. Damage to her heart as
a result of rheumatic fever in her youth.
So one may ask, "Do I believe in God and an Afterlife?
My reply is a resounding, "YOU BET I DO."
I believe she is now with my God and Savior in Heaven. My Mother was given the
gift of Life. Even though there was much suffering in it, I believe she
treasured every moment of it.
She was able to raise eight children to adulthood. ( 6 boys and 2 girls.) Four
of her sons served in the armed forces during the Vietnam War, myself included.
I was in the 101st Airborne Div. HQ. HQ. Company 1st Bat.of the 506th infantry.
Shortly before my unit shipped out to Vietnam, I was transferred to the Third
Army's 387th Transportation Bat. at Fort Campbell Kentucky. I was transferred 1
1/2 months later to the US. ARMY Surgical Hosp. at Ft. Campbell, you see I was a
Medical Specialist Abn.
This unit is where I served out the rest of my term of service during the
Vietnam War.
So you may ask do I believe in miracles?
"YOU BET!!!"
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