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Yes I saw Jesus holding my five year old son who had died two years earlier in an accident. They were both dressed in white. They were standing or floating in this bright light. I couldn't see much of anything else I was to focused on seeing my son. Jesus was holding him. Jesus put him down and he came to me. I was so happy to see him. We embraced and I told him that I could see that he was in good hands and that he was very happy and full of love and peace, but I had to go back to earth and help his sister, who was nine, to get through the trial of this life. I told him I loved him. He understood what I was saying and then I went back. I remember wanting so desperately to stay there with him, but I just couldn't. I felt very torn and sad to leave at that moment. I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes. I'd go back there in a minute if I could. It was such a wonderful experience. It's been such a blessing in my life.

Two years later a nurse that was in surgery with me told my mother that they had lost me for a couple of minutes and that she was very lucky to still have me.

I had a hysterectomy. I was out of recovery and in my room when I was allowed to walk to the restroom. I fainted in the restroom. I remember nurses snapping ammonia capsules under my nose but I couldn't stay conscious long enough to walk back to the bed. My toes dragged on the floor as they half-carried me to bed.

I was in bed when the doctor arrived. He began to push and feel around my stomach when someone screamed. At that time, I realized it was I who had screamed, but I wasn't 'there'. I was high up in a corner of the room watching them working on me. I 'saw' me scream rather than 'heard' it. The doctor was taking my blood pressure and said something about it being 35/0. He called for units of blood and was angry because they weren't thawed out. He gave me two units of a clear fluid, while the blood was being prepared. I continued to watch all the activity floating in a bright white light. It was peaceful and I didn't want to leave it but a thought of my three year old daughter made everything disappear and when I woke up I think it was three days later.

I woke up very angry and began to yell at my husband who had walked into my empty room because the hospital staff had removed me for a brief exam without informing him. In short, my family assumed I had died and had started making the 'calls' to other family members. I was angry at having to return.

Background Information:

Gender: Female

Date NDE Occurred: 1996