I was 10 in 1963 riding my bicycle home from a Cub Scout meeting when I was struck from behind by a car...my head met the car's bumper. I was unconscious for 26 hours and in intensive care for 6 days. I have no memory from the time I turned my bike onto the highway (a country road) to go home and just before I was wheeled out of intensive care. My odds of survival were grim for the first day. I have no memory of this but my Mom shared (later) that I kept speaking (while unconscious) "But I want to live in this world" repeatedly for a time. She thought I was on the edge of leaving. John J Francis
Yikes. At first it sounded as though you were going to teach us to bite the enemy. But I'd have had to spit it out. This was all terrifically interessting. What we can't see that we do see, especially.
I was 10 in 1963 riding my bicycle home from a Cub Scout meeting when I was struck from behind by a car...my head met the car's bumper. I was unconscious for 26 hours and in intensive care for 6 days. I have no memory from the time I turned my bike onto the highway (a country road) to go home and just before I was wheeled out of intensive care. My odds of survival were grim for the first day. I have no memory of this but my Mom shared (later) that I kept speaking (while unconscious) "But I want to live in this world" repeatedly for a time. She thought I was on the edge of leaving. John J Francis
Interesting topic. I would like to read more comments about these types of experiences. I think most of us want to know about life after death.
Yikes. At first it sounded as though you were going to teach us to bite the enemy. But I'd have had to spit it out. This was all terrifically interessting. What we can't see that we do see, especially.