A Near Death Experience, No. 118.

Best Friend's NDE.

My best friend told me about her near death experience when she was a child. Here it is:

In 1962, when I was six years old, I decided to take my old bike out for a ride. It was a hot June day and four or five of us kids decided to ride on a hill that we were not suppose to be on.

After speeding down the hill, I wrecked my bike and fell head first on the pavement at the bottom of the hill. A car slammed on brakes and a nice lady got out and asked if I was O.K. I said, "I don't know, I don't think I can move." Then she took me home and my father carried me to the doctor's office.

The doctor put merthiolate on my head and sent me home telling my mother not to let me go to sleep. My mother put me on the couch and told me not to go to sleep and went to fix dinner.

The next thing I remember was looking down at my body on a stretcher in the emergency room. I turned to my right and there was a glowing figure of a man. I asked him how I could be down there and up here looking at my body at the same time. He just nodded his head "yes" and then said that I had to go back.

I felt a calmness and serinity I had never felt before and I didn't want to go back into my body. Then I saw my mother crying and looked at the man in the light and he said, "Yes, she is crying and you can not leave your mother yet." I told him I felt like he was a very good person and that I wanted to stay with him. Again he told me that I had to go back. I told him I could see the doctors working over me and he said the doctors would help bring me back. Then he said again that I had to go back. And I looked at him one more time because I didn't want to leave him and then I saw the light over top of the stretcher and the doctors saying "Her eyes are open." And my mother was crying harder.

I didn't want to come back; my father was sexually abusing me at the time and that's all I could think of. I went into a coma for several days after I came back into my body. When I came out of the coma, my mother was at my side, and I was very sick.

There was a little girl on a stretcher next to me and the doctors were busy working over her. I just stared at her because I knew she was going to go to the place that I had to leave. She was so pretty, and when she died I saw her spirit leave her body, and she glanced and nodded at me with a smile from ear to ear. I watched her go up to the ceiling, and then in a combustion of light she was gone in an instant and I knew she was happy.

Looking back now, I felt jealousy because the little girl got to go and I was told I had to go back. I have never told anyone about this until recently.



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