I Will Not Die Alone.When I was around 6 years old. I was spending a day at the river with my mother and aunt. I can remember my aunt and mother were tanning at the end of a pier.
I came running down to them. I then slipped and fell into the river from the side of the pier.
I can remember panicking at first and then feeling a presence appear in front of me. It told me that everything was going to be fine without saying it. I did notice that the longer I concentrated on the white figure, it began to look more and more like a face. Dark eyes and a glowing face. I felt joy and comfort. I felt very close to this being.
I was then pulled out of the water by my uncle. My mother and aunt could not swim very well and they panicked. My uncle saved my life, but ever since the incident, I have been pretty quiet about it.
I never got a good response from telling the story. Actually I tried to tell my mother and aunt of it as soon as I got out of the water. I remember trying to describe the figure with my hands and fingers. I was trying to show them the shape of the figure.
I now know that dying will not be a lonely experience. I can not explain what I saw, but I do know that the being was communicating with me.