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TyLeishia D's Experience

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(The truck accident that burned my body & threatened to take my life)  

The chase was on and I savored every moment I could to talk or spend time with my father. He was always too busy and did not live with us. I could never understand why he would say, “You all have my number, pick up the phone and call me.”  It annoyed me that he had said that to us.  I learned that you can’t make people do what is not in them to do.  Overcoming many scars from him was not easy. I really struggled with processing my emotions about him in my teen years. He played both sides of the fence.  If mom me I could not do something, I would call my father and he would tell me to walk out and go anyway. He said, as long as he said we could go, no one else’s word mattered. I truly believed as long as my father protected me, I was safe, even though he wasn’t active in our lives.  I would soon find out that his speech on how to disobey my mom would almost cost me a limb and almost my life.  

In the summer of 1983, Mom had a dream that she could not explain.  She just knew the dream was a warning, but what she did not expect was the warning would be for me.  My sister, brother and I wanted to go on a trip to the beach with a church that was giving a trip.  I called my father and told him we needed bathing suits.  He was not willing to buy them until I told him mom did not want us to go on the trip.  He wanted to know why and I told him I did not know.  He said, “Well guess what?  You all are going on that trip and I am going to buy those bathing suits.  Now let your mother tell me no!”  He came by, picked my sister and I up, and took us to get the bathing suits.  I picked a pretty one with purple and faint pink streaks; I could not wait to wear it. I had the body of a mature woman at the age of fourteen. I was sure the suite was an eye catcher.

Finally, it was trip day, but for some reason, mom was still not comfortable with us going.  I was upset and said to her, “Mom, why don’t you want us to go to the beach?”  She stood there holding the side of her face, shaking her head back and forth and answered, “I do not know why. I just do not think you all should go, something just don’t feel right.”  I responded back with a sassy attitude to her and said, “My father said that if you said no, then to call him and we will be going anyway!  Why are you always trying to stop us from going somewhere?  We do not ever get to do anything and I am tired of it!  I am calling my father!”  Mom looked up at me and sadly said, “Go ahead.”  The hurt I had caused my mother and disobedience would quadruple on me.  

My sister and brother left to go on that trip, but I never made it to the church or to the beach. Only a few blocks away from home, my sister and brother were crossing a busy street.  A truck was coming, so I stayed behind and waited for traffic to clear.  I had started across the street when out of nowhere, a truck with lawn mowers on the back. A drunk driver hit and dragged my body a half of block. He never stopped to look and see that I was crossing the street. He had run the red light while making an illegal left turn. He hit me face first; I did not know what happened.  The front tires of the truck caught my left foot, dragging my body down onto the hot asphalt.  After the front tire released my left foot, the back tire had run over my right leg. My body was slinging like a rag doll and my stomach caught the last of the rear tire. It seemed like forever before he stopped. I felt my flesh burning away as he continued skidding down the street with me pinned under his truck.   

When he finally did stop, my body rolled three times down the street. Once the rolling stopped, I jumped up quickly trying to get to the sidewalk. I was in shock. I did not feel any pain until I fell to the ground.  A man named Virgil  hopped out of his car because he saw the driver trying to get away.  Virgil banged on the hood of the truck yelling at the driver, “Stop! You stop right now!”  After that was under control, Virgil came over to me and made sure no other cars came near the sidewalk’s edge.  I was covered in blood from head to toe.   

An old boyfriend from junior high, Darryl, lived right across the way and saw the whole thing. Darryl asked my brother if he needed him to call anyone.  Virgil had already sent someone to call emergency. Blood was pouring from my face, legs, and the right side of my stomach. I could hardly breathe and I was gasping. My body burned so badly, trembling uncontrollably.  I could feel the blood draining all the way down to my feet.  It felt like ice cycles at the tip of my toes.  I felt cold and numb lying on the sidewalk waiting for the ambulance to arrive. It was a mixture of burning and cold violently pulsating through my burnt and scarred body.  Virgil took off his work jacket and placed it over me to keep me from going into shock. The jacket had his name on it and I think a small clover patch.  Virgil was very helpful, comforting, and concerned about my well-being. I saw my mother’s face in the fog of my mind just before I passed out on the ground.  I could hear everyone saying, “Stay with us, come on!”  Virgil did his best to keep me alert. As the crowd surrounded me, I could hear my sister, brother, Darryl, and Virgil asking people to move back and give me breathing space.  I could hear their voices slowly drowning out and my sister saying, “Please stay with us!  Come on girl, you have to help us out, hang in there. You have to pull through this!” I could hear an ambulance siren but it sounded far away. I just knew I was about to die. I went completely out and there was what seemed to be a second of blank and the next thing I know, I woke up in the hospital in the burn unit.   

The flesh on my upper right and left thighs completely burned off. The pain was so severe I could not bear it; I was going in and out of conscious.  I could see the doctor’s hands inside of my face when I came to.  A hole directly below my bottom lip and a huge gash was on the right side of my abdomen. I could see and feel the doctors cleaning the glass and asphalt out of the wounds. I fought with everything I had inside me to be still so the doctors could stitch me up.  They  wiped my legs with a cleaning solution, wrapped them with gauze, and then told me I could go home. I wanted to go, but I had no strength and I was surprised they wanted to get rid of me so quickly!  As soon as I got off the bed, I took one step and passed out in the middle of the hospital floor.  Blood had seeped through the gauze on the right side of my waist. I heard the doctor saying, “Alright come on, let’s get it together.”  They called my mother to inform her that they had to keep me.   

My mother was anxiously waiting for her ride to get her to m the hospital.  I had lost so much blood they thought I would need a blood transfusion. I do not remember exactly how long I stayed in the hospital, but I thought this nightmare would never end. I thought it would be over soon but I had a long, rough recovery ahead of me. When they released me from the burn unit, I thought about Virgil. I had an angel, but I know it was Jesus that watched over me. 

It had only been a few months and I wondered if I was ready to go back school.  Changing the dressings for my legs and my side was a tiring, painful process. I could feel my skin tear and the sound of burnt flesh trying to heal under the bandages. Therapy was an overwhelming and painful challenge.  I had to learn to walk and exercise my legs so the skin could stretch.  The wounds leaked fluid from the burns on my legs.  As part of my therapy, I had to sit in this big, silver tub filled with some kind of dark, iodine-like liquid to help heal the burns on my body.  Each time I sat in that tub, I would look up towards the ceiling. I was afraid of that dark-colored water and hated the sound and smell that it had.  The tub made a screeching echo noise and had an unpleasant scent like spoiled flesh. 

My face began to heal and no plastic surgery was required.  My legs formed a keloid that the doctors considered a third-degree burn.  I could not get in a regular tub or the shower for about six months after my therapy.  I had to bird-bathe myself.  That is when you stand at the sink and wash your body instead of soaking.  I cried when looking down at my thighs, thinking my dreams of modeling were truly over. Just seeing the scars and knowing this is not how I was born was something difficult to deal with.  Mentally, it was exhausting.  I felt insecure wondering who would want someone with this monstrous body. 

My legs were healing fine, but they itched so badly.  The doctor said that was a good thing. I remember scratching a little too hard and a speck of blood and clear liquid came out.  My mom took me back to the doctor and he informed me that if I did not stop scratching, I could infect my leg and get gangrene. The downside to an infection is that it can lead to amputation. I got scared and started using a cold compress to help with the itching.   

At night when I fell asleep, I would hear mom and feel her praying for my legs. She thanked God for my life, and cried softly trying not to wake my sister and me.  She prayed for all of her children daily. Hearing her pray that prayer made me stop thinking my body was monstrous or undesirable. The pain was so excruciating from them having to change the bandages I would pass out. My flesh would tear from the dried blood that stuck to the gauze.   

A special molding was made for my leg when the burn began to dry out and the scab got a little tougher. This molding was to help flatten the puffiness of the burn.  I was grateful to still have legs and thankful just to be alive. 


(The Auto accident that left me blind) 

I planned to surprise my brother with a new car, because he traveled so much ministering and I felt he needed one. I had received a financial blessing, so my sister, her son, and daughter, rode with me to the DMV to get tags for the car.   

An electrical storm had come and on the way back to mom’s house, a red car with out-of-state tags hit the passenger side of the car I had just bought.  The car had turned upside down and my sister, her daughter, son and I were hurled into the front porch of a house. The other cars battery exploded and the acid from the battery splashed into the passenger’s side of my car window. The acid ate through my niece and nephews clothing, but their skin was unharmed. My sister was sitting on the passenger’s side and the battery acid nicked her on the face. However, the acid splashed over my entire face and got into my throat.  My face and eyes burned so badly, and my throat felt like a pot on a hot stove.   

I was concerned about my family. I reached out for my sisters hand asking her was she okay. She squeezed my hand and could not answer me back, she was barely able to squeeze my hand. I asked my niece and nephew were they alright and I could hear them saying yes. It got loud because emergency response showed up on the scene so I could no longer hear my niece or nephew.  

The fire department used ‘the jaws of life’, a tool to pry wreckage away. The firefighter approached my car after removing it from the house porch and turned it over.  When one of the firefighters approached me he asked me, “Ma’am, are you blind?” I responded, “No I am not blind. I would not be driving if I was.  Please get me out of here!” I was trying not to think the worst, but I panicked because my eyesight had slowly vanished. I kept squinting repeatedly, but it did not clear my sight.  I heard the firefighter tell his squad and the paramedics, “You all are not going to believe this!  This woman’s eyes are a misty grey color.  I think she is blind!” I was frightened after I heard that.  The firefighter told me he was going to place a sheet over my face, break the rest of the car window and pull me out.  After pulling me out, the sheet was removed from over my face.  I could hear, but could not see anything.  I knew at that moment that I had lost my eyesight.   

All I could do was scream at the paramedics, “My face is burning. Please help me! It’s hard for me to breathe!” I was still worried about my sister and her children.  I asked the paramedics where they were. They informed me that my niece and nephew were together at another hospital with my sister.  Until I knew they were all right, I could not relax not knowing what had happened to them.   

I arrived at the trauma unit and was cared for immediately.  The doctors began flushing both eyes and face with saline solution.  A tube with a pouch of saline was placed in my mouth since I’d ingested some of the car’s battery acid.  I gargled the saline solution and spit it out. They stabilized me and placed me in ICU; I was still thinking of my sister and the children. They were pretty shook up, but unharmed; I was so grateful.  My sister, however, had a crushed pelvis, bruises on her legs, and a small spot on her face from the battery acid.  I was overjoyed to hear that they were alive. My sister was released from the hospital after one day of observation.  My niece and nephew were released the same day into the care of my mother and brother.  The hospital staff worked diligently with me for the few days I stayed there. 

My sister came to see me after they had released her from the hospital.  My brother had arranged to have her picked up and brought to where I was. Some church members and my mom were there visiting me. I heard a distant voice and before my sister got to my room, I knew that was her coming down the hall.  My mother asked me how I knew it was her.  I told her I don't know how it's possible, but I can hear her voice far away. My brother had mom and one of the church ladies to sit me in a chair.  Paul went to meet my sister down the hall so that she would know which room to come to.  My sister and brother came into the room and I had my eyes closed.  No one had told my sister that I could not see.  I turned my head slightly following the sound of her voice. She said, “it’s me. Why are your eyes closed?”  I reached out my arms to hug her and she hugged me back.  I sat back in my chair and slowly opened my eyes.  I heard her loudly gasp in fear.  I could hear someone taking her out of the room because she was startled. I heard her asking, “What happened to my sisters eyes!” I asked the church members, mom, and my brother if my eyes looked that bad. My brother explained to me that my eyes were radiant colors, like a light reflecting on crystal.  I didn’t think of that as being too bad. 

My sister eventually came back into the room, handed me some flowers, and was comforted by the church members who assured her I was all right. The doctors and nurses heard about what the paramedics and the firefighters had seen at the scene of the accident and called it a freak accident. It baffled the doctors how the battery acid flew past my sister and caught me entirely.  This is one of many other miracles God had performed in my life.   

Three days had gone by and I was still in the hospital. I was literally and physically blind, but not declared by the doctors legally blind. I could see blank white light in the daytime and nothing but darkness at night.  I was unable to see any form or shape.  On that third night, while lying in the hospital bed, I was in a peaceful place I had never experienced before.  I was at the top of a high, effervescent mountain and I was sitting among one of many large stones.  A silhouette appeared and a mysterious arm draped with a white cloak of some sort covered it.  I could feel a mild and meek presence sitting beside me on the stone.  I saw a strange, purplish color that hovered over the earth below me.  There were several tiny lights, which appeared to be the light of many souls. I heard a soft, still voice say, “This is why you cannot stay here, you must go back.” I was disappointed saying, “But I don’t want to go back.  It is so peaceful and happy here.  Please don’t make me go back!”  I heard nothing after I responded, but I saw the silhouetted arm pointing in a downward motion below the mountains.  I heard the voice again, softly fading out, firmly saying, “Do you see all these? You must go back.” I could not figure out if it meant the tiny lights or the unexplainable purplish color I had seen over the city-like scene below.  I tried to savor that moment, but it was gone in a twinkling of an eye.   

I guess it was not meant for me to remain there.  They say no man has ever seen the face of God, but what I saw was a lot like the book of Exodus 33:12, 13. “(12) And Moses said unto the LORD, See, thou sayest unto me, Bring up this people: and thou hast not let me know whom thou wilt send with me.  Yet thou hast said, I know thee by name, and thou hast also found grace in my sight.  (13)  Now therefore, I pray thee, if I have found grace in thy sight, show me now thy way, that I may know thee, that I may find grace in thy sight: and consider that this nation is thy people.” I felt the connection of divinity just as sure as Moses did when he went up into the mountains. 

The doctors were still trying different eye drops to stop my eyes from sloughing out.  If the eye specialists could not stop the active battery acid that remained behind the retina of both my left and right eye, I would lose them.  After a week or so, the acid was no longer active in my eyes It was time for me to leave the hospital. I still could not see the detail of anything, but I could see a smidgen of a shape.   

Mom, brother, and sister came to help me prepare to vacate. I wanted to see what I looked like, so I asked mom to take me over to the mirror to look at my face. Mom asked why I was ready to look in the mirror. She felt it would become upset being, as I could not see myself.  My sister told me that my face had no marks on it and my throat did not sound raspy anymore. I was happy she told me that. Mom and my sister walked me to the mirror and asked me if I could see anything. I blinked my eyes hoping it would allow me to see clearly, but I could only see anything. The doctors told me they did the best they could and my eyesight was twenty over three hundred in both eyes.  They told my family to start looking into a brail program for me. They said my eyes would not fully recover. They would either kick themselves out or remain as they are. I heard my family sobbing at the sad news. I started smiling after the doctors’ report, and said “I am happier blind. I feel or see no more pain, but rays of joy in my not seeing.”  The doctor was surprised by my positive attitude and high spirit.  

The hospital transporters brought up a wheelchair and rolled me to the front of the main entrance.  I was given a bandage and some dark, large eye protectors.  The doctor told my family that I would be extremely sensitive to outside light.  I felt the humidity of summer as I exited out of the hospital doors.  It was intense trying to feel my way around and having to depend on someone to help me.  That first ray of light hit the bandages and eye protectors and it hurt my head and eyes.  I bent down immediately, trying to escape the pain that just hit me.  My brother ran back into the hospital and asked if I could have a blanket or something dark to put over my face.  A heavy blanket was placed over my head by one of the hospital staff.  Our ride came around, we got in the car and headed home. 

I stayed with my mother for a short time and then with my sister for a while.  It was a trying time learning how to get around.  I had to rely on my memory of how my sisters and Mom’s houses looked the last I saw them.  I learned how to see with my ears, count my steps from one room to the next, and use smell to familiarize what I could not see.  My family thought I was upset and frustrated having to go through not seeing but I had made peace with it. Something inside was telling me I wouldn’t be in that condition for the rest of my life. No way was I getting away with falling into the comfort zone in being blind.  I was comfortable around family that way, but not when I had to leave the house to go to outdoors.   

Before this accident I was working in a facility for elderly patients but I could not go back to work, because I was unable to do the job.  They did not fire me because they knew this was beyond my control, but I resigned. I really appreciated the love my co-workers showed me. The hospital called my boss and she rushed over and told me not worry about the job, just to get better. She had the entire staff of the elder health facility sell some of their vacation time just so I would not lose any of my paid time from work. Though they were aware I would not be returning, I received a lot of gifts and wonderful cards my family read to me.

Winter was approaching and my sister and I were getting ready for a church service. We got a ride to our mom’s house; and waited for my brother to come get us. He came upstairs, I got up off mom’s bed, looked and saw the color and the shape of his tie.  I said, “Brother, I like your purple tie.” He gasped with excitement crying and hugging me.  My mother and sister shouted, “Thank you Jesus! Lord, we knew you would do it!”  God had breathed on my eyes and, though things were still a bit fuzzy, I was grateful to see what I had seen that day.   

It felt so good to see partial faces, but better seeing some than none at all.  My brother called my eye specialists and I went in that week to get another eye test done.  The doctor told me that he would not declare me legally blind, because my eyes seem to be replenishing themselves into seeing again.  After several more months had passed, I had to get an abnormal blood vessel removed from my right eye, but I had lost my right cornea.  The surgery was a success; I started seeing details 100% bringing my left eye to 20/20 vision and the right eye to 20/30. I have my cornea that grew back. God has a plan for my life. 

I am grateful for the miracle of vision! I have great respect for people who are legally blind.  The experience increased my spiritual insight.  The hospital’s eye center asked if they could have a grand presentation on the study of my eye injury.  I agreed, because I want to help people without their eyesight someday see again.  I can testify, you never know what you can or cannot do until you are forced to do something you have never done before. 

Having no vision taught me a lot. I used to sing the ‘I could never’ song.  I did not think I could live blind, but I did for a period in my life.  I taught myself to visualize where things were with eyes opened shut.  I saw with my ears and could hear things from a far distance. I learned to do what I thought was impossible to do. It is a true saying that anything is possible. 

Today I give back by telling my story through books and if I could not see, how could I write my story? 

At the time of your experience was there an associated life-threatening event?   Yes  At the time of my truck accident experience, I had been going through not having my father in my life and was trying to cope with my teenage years because I had been dealing with weight issues that lasted all the way up to I was 32 years of age.

Was the experience difficult to express in words?  No    

At what time during the experience were you at your highest level of consciousness and alertness?    (Truck Accident)

Right before the truck struck, hit and dragged me a half a block. I saw him coming, but could not get away. 

(Auto accident eye injury)

After the firefighters pried me from the wrecked car.

How did your highest level of consciousness and alertness during the experience compare to your normal everyday consciousness and alertness?      More consciousness and alertness than normal   (Truck Accident)

I know how to cross the street, you stop, look and listen first. This particular day was unusual because I was anxious to get to the church so that I could show off my new bathing suit, but I was trying to tell myself not to fear the beach because of my mother having an odd dream of a warning for her not to let us go that day. 

(Auto accident eye injury)

On this day I was trying to get home before the electric storm got worse but we got caught in it and knew we had to be really careful getting back home.

Please compare your vision during the experience to your everyday vision that you had immediately prior to the time of the experience.
   For both Truck & Auto accidents my vision during these experiences compared to my everyday vision is amazing that I survived like a cat with 9 lives. I can see and hear remarkably because one sense got weaker and another got stronger.

Please compare your hearing during the experience to your everyday hearing that you had immediately prior to the time of the experience.
   I can hear pretty good but compared to what I heard that day is something I never heard. Being told by someone that you are blind and in the other accident you could hear and see the very persons face that you just disrespected minutes before your life is almost snatched from you. Not to mention that the face was like a face of Christ that turned into my mothers face.

Did you see or hear any earthly events that were occurring during a time that your consciousness / awareness was apart from your physical / earthly body?   Yes   During the truck accident I heard and saw my mothers face and also saw what appeared to be a face like Christ that turned into my mothers face. I heard my name being called softly and I felt this was all my fault for disrespecting my mother the way I did.

What emotions did you feel during the experience?   (Truck Accident) Pain, Fear, Fighting to hold on, Sadness because I could not get to my mother to tell her I was sorry and I thought I would die before I got to tell her that I love her. 

(The auto accident eye injury) I was surprised and feared at first, pain, a little embarrassed to be seen in public because I could not see where I was going. I tilted my head to hear with my ears to guide me. I made peace very fast and no longer felt any pain mentally or physically.  

Did you pass into or through a tunnel?   Uncertain   Truck accident - I saw beams around the Jesus and my mother's face when it appeared as I passed out and then after I passed out it was only dark for for what seems like one second and then next thing you know, I woke up in the hospital. 

Auto accident/eye injury - I went up on a mountain, I was not I was taken to a place I had never seen before and saw a partial of what I had never seen before.

Did you see an unearthly light?   Uncertain   Truck accident - I saw rays of light around the faces I saw 

Auto accident/eye injury - I saw a mystique color of an unusual purple, what looked like little pin tips of white lights floating around that appeared to be souls and a partial of a white robe and invisible hand with a finger pointing down to the inner city like scene.

Did you seem to encounter a mystical being or presence, or hear an unidentifiable voice?   I encountered a definite being, or a voice clearly of mystical or unearthly origin
The truck accident - It was my mothers voice softly saying my name but a whisper behind it. Not scary in fact, it made me want to run to it because I felt that was my mother calling for me. I wanted to be near her at that very second. 

The Auto accident/eye injury - I hear a voice that was saying words in English, but the sound of the tone was one I had never heard before, like it was an invisible sound. Not scary but I knew I would never hear it again.

Did you encounter or become aware of any beings who previously lived on earth who are described by name in religions (for example: Jesus, Muhammad, Buddha, etc.)?   Uncertain   Truck Accident -It looked like Jesus face a split second fiery red hair, eyes matched His hair and then in seconds, it turns into my mother's face. 

Auto Accident/eye injury - I saw a partial arm white robe and hand that appeared to be invisible but I can see it pointing downward at what it told me to look at.

Did you encounter or become aware of any deceased (or alive) beings?   No  

Did you become aware of past events in your life during your experience?   Uncertain   I was not thinking of anything in either accident accept is this the way I am going to die.

Did you seem to enter some other, unearthly world?   A clearly mystical or unearthly realm
Auto accident/eye injury - I was taken to a place when I lost my vision to a dimension that I believe God wanted me to see. No color purple that we know of can describe the one I saw when I was blind. The souls I call them that were little pin tips of light and the inner city that seemed so far away with shadowed mountains shading around and the rocks that me and who I believe was a silhouette of Gods hand sat at on the mountain top.

Did time seem to speed up or slow down?   Time seemed to go faster or slower than usual
(Truck accident) - time seemed to be hanging in between. 

(Auto accident/eye injury) - Time was going a little too fast and I begged to stay in that place it was like seconds going by and there was nothing I could do to stay there.

Did you suddenly seem to understand everything?   Everything about myself or others
(Auto accident/eye injury) - I understood after that experience on the mountain top that I had to go back to help inspire, encourage and witness to souls & set the captive free.

(Truck Accident) - I learned that you should never leave without fixing something that's wrong, because you may not have that chance to come back home and make it right.

Did you reach a boundary or limiting physical structure?   No

Did you come to a border or point of no return?   I came to a barrier that I was not permitted to cross; or was "sent back" against my will
I can say for the "Truck Accident" - I fought but did not know if I was going to make it. After hearing my sister and the people that was standing around me telling me to hang in there, that second that went blank after i lost consciousness I thought I had left this world then what seemed like a second after that I returned quickly to life. 

For the Auto eye injury accident, I did not want to come back and I was sent back knowing that it would not be long before I would see again.

Did scenes from the future come to you?  No 

During your experience, did you encounter any specific information / awareness suggesting that there either is (or is not) continued existence after earthly life (“life after death”)?   Uncertain   During that truck accident my name was called and it was a face of what appeared to be Jesus that turned into my mothers face like it was trying to tell me or get me tom remember that my mother was right about her dream.

During your experience, did you encounter any specific information / awareness that God or a supreme being either does (or does not) exist?   Yes   The truck accident I saw what appeared to be Jesus face though I am not sure that is how He really looks until we all get to see Him.  

During my auto accident eye injury I felt that it was God that took me to a place that I can really come to once my life is over here on this earth.

During your experience, did you encounter any specific information / awareness that you either did (or did not) exist prior to this lifetime?   No  

During your experience, did you encounter any specific information / awareness that a mystical universal connection or unity/oneness either does (or does not) exist?   Uncertain   During my auto eye injury accident I encountered what I believed to be a sample of peace in the heavens. Unexplainable colors that looks like simple purple to us but it's not the usual colors of purple, floating pin lights that appear to be souls, shadowed mountains and huge stones.

During your experience, did you encounter any specific information / awareness regarding earthly life’s meaning or purpose?   Yes   During the Truck accident I was aware that you cannot allow someone to play both sided of the fence when it comes to your life. Because you just might loose it.

During your experience, did you encounter any specific information / awareness regarding earthly life’s difficulties, challenges, or hardships?   Uncertain   During the Truck accident I was aware that you cannot allow someone to play both sided of the fence when it comes to your life. Because you just might loose it.

During your experience, did you encounter any specific information / awareness regarding love?   Uncertain   During the truck accident I encountered my mothers love and she really meant well and no harm that day I was hit and dragged.

During your experience, did you encounter any other specific information / awareness that you have not shared in other questions that is relevant to living our earthly lives?   Uncertain   I encountered uncertainty and how these traumatic events would play out in my life later, but also learned that it would be a huge challenge later on in life for me, but if I made it out of all that, I can make it through whatever else may come my way.

Did you have a sense of knowing special knowledge or purpose?   Uncertain   I knew what was told to me by my mother that God loves us and He will protect and guide us. I felt after my traumatic experiences that He must love me because I am still alive.

What occurred during your experience included:   Content that was both consistent and not consistent with the beliefs you had at the time of your experience   My mother had a dream that something wasn't right and that she did not want us to go the beach that day. She never said what it was but the horror on her face and the way she stood in the middle room floor was like she knew something really terrible would happen to us and she saw blood.

How accurately do you remember the experience in comparison to other life events that occurred around the time of the experience?   I remember the experience as accurately as other life events that occurred around the time of the experience   I can remember loosing my eyesight, Skin burned, face and throat burns from battery car acid, blood running fast down to my toes they felt like ice, seeing a Christ like face that transitioned into my mothers face, seeing colors, pin light and a heavenly place on high.

Discuss any changes that might have occurred in your life after your experience:   I have become more understanding and have a love and compassion to give back. I do not take my life for granted. I have even spoken in prisons to woman who gave up after being behind bars, schools about how important it is to follow your dreams. I know there is a God and I have an awesome relationship with Him. I have become an author and enjoy telling my story to anyone who will listen. I have completed a novel about my experiences and hope that it will bless souls across the globe.

My experience directly resulted in:   Large changes in my life

Did you have any changes in your values or beliefs after the experience that occurred as a result of the experience?  
Yes   I learned to love myself, be patient with myself and others and be grateful for life no matter what happens. If your alive and made it through that is a major blessing and you should embrace the chance your given. I now love ot inspire others on the positive and the beauty of life.

Do you have any psychic, non-ordinary or other special gifts after your experience that you did not have before the experience?   Yes   I can smell better and I can hear sounds far away that others can't hear with hte naked ear.

Are there one or several parts of your experience that are especially meaningful or significant to you?    
Yes, the guy Vern that came to my rescue I call him the Green Man. I have never seen him again and would love to see him again one day. He was my angle that day and did not allow that drunk driver to get away. I would really like to see him again after all these years.

Have you ever shared this experience with others?  
Yes  I shared my story with my accessor from a local college instructor I had met back in 2007. In 2008 I finished a program and decided to tell her about some papers I had written long ago. She asked to see them and I agreed. When she gave them back to me she had some editing notes to the side and she told me that the first few notes had the potential to becoming a book. I didn't accept that at first, but she sent me off to some publishing courses and I eventually made up in my mind to keep writing.


In 2012 I shared with her about my life experiences and she was stunned to hear all that I have been through and she is a major reason as to why I have completed my book today.

Did you have any knowledge of near death experience (NDE) prior to your experience?   Uncertain   I was in surgery years ago and I was placed under anesthesia and I was told I almost didn't wake up, but I had no idea I almost slipped away. I was unaware of this until the doctors told me and then I felt like I was blessed because I could have really been gone but it did not have a hold on me or any kind of affect.

What did you believe about the reality of your experience shortly (days to weeks) after it happened:   Experience was definitely real   The pain I had suffered would not allow me to forget.

What do you believe about the reality of your experience at the current time:   Experience was definitely real   I have scars on me as living proof and the memory of the unexplainable I will never forget.

Have your relationships changed specifically as a result of your experience?   Uncertain   As far as me being more open to understand and not so fast to act before thinking, yes it has made me realize the heart and to have compassion for others.

Have your religious beliefs/spiritual practices changed specifically as a result of your experience?   Yes   I do not go off of what someone else says about God, I know Him for myself and He has given me a sure sign that He is!

At any time in your life, has anything ever reproduced any part of the experience?   Yes   Me telling my story as an intro writer and remembering when ever life gets difficult I think of the times I came through my traumas.

Is there anything else that you would like to add about your experience?   I have a responsibility and a purpose on this earth to let people know that miracles indeed do still exit today. I am one of them!

Did the questions asked and information that you provided accurately and comprehensively describe your experience?   Uncertain   I provided to the best of my ability of what I can remember. I have had an injury back in 2002 also from an auto accident that was closed head.

What could a national organization with an interest in near death experience (NDE) do that would be of interest to you?       Help me tell my story across the world because it is my dream, my purpose to give back as much as I can. People are waiting to hear stories all the time, but they have yet to hear my miracles in life. This will really help those who may be suffering from some trauma to know that if you come through it, you can live your best life now and help someone else along the way.

Are there any other questions that we could ask to help you communicate your experience?                        Yes, what is a persons next move now that the experience had taken place.