It Wasn't My Time.
Hello...I wanted to share this event with someone, so I thought I'd pick the anonymous internet.
About 10 years ago, I was going thru a very challenging point in my life, and I thought I had no way out. I bought a bottle of over-the-counter sleeping pills and 4 wine coolers. I took an over-dose and guzzled the coolers. I looked at the clock in the car and figured I had about 30 minutes or so.
At that point, things felt very...calm. My worries literally disappeared. However, about 20 minutes later, I felt a panic. I "had" to get the pills out of me. I went to the hospital, told them that I accidentally took an overdose of sleeping pills. For some reason they did not pump my stomache, they instead put me on a bed in the emergency ward and kept me under watch.
I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. At one point, I opened my eyes and it was as though I had white gauze over my eyes -- everything was hazy.
Standing at the foot of my hospital bed was a beautiful woman, dressed in a white flowing robe. Even though she was stunning and beautiful, I was not attracted physically to her. It was...different. She stood there, smiling at me, very serenely. She walked to the left side of my bed and put her hand on the side railing. I "knew" if I touched her hand, something would....happen. I lifted my hand, it felt very heavy. I raised it above hers, and let it fall onto her hand.
Well, in an instant, my hand touched not her hand, but the rail. My vision was suddenly unobscured by the white haze -- it was gone, and there was no beautiful lady at my side.
Perhaps it wasn't my time.
I have pondered whether I should share this event, fearing ridiculing remarks. However, it is posted now, so let it stand as my testimony.
--J.J.
