There are several things that may, or may not, be taken from this thread. Hopefully this goes over well. This is my first thread!
On Sunday, September 18, 2005 at 7:32 in the morning, I was in a single vehicle car accident.
On Saturday September 17, 2005 I attended poker night at a friend's house. We live out in the country and we're apt to doing things like - having
large get together's at one another's houses. At that time we were doing once a month poker parties. I say were because #1 that was the last poker
night and #2 the person who hosted the majority of the parties decided we were no longer friends after my accident. Either way - I spent that Saturday
evening drinking (crown and diet coke) and playing cards. At the party with me were my 3 year old son and my boyfriend. At some point in the evening I
realized that I needed to take my son to my sister's house. (Intuition?) My sister only lived about ten miles from the house we were partying, so I
dropped him off and went back for more drinking and playing cards. At around 2:00 a.m. everyone was either leaving or eating. The rest of us were
gathering around the kitchen table, done with card games for the night. Here we sat, eating, smoking cigarettes, and talking until the sun came up. As
far as I can remember we were all done drinking not long after 3:00 a.m. When the morning sun came through the blinds we all decided it was finally
time to go home. I went out to my car, kissed my boyfriend and told him I was going to pick up Trey, my son, and for him to meet me at my apartment.
The last thing I truly remember clearly is getting in my car and backing out of the driveway.
After that what I know as fact comes from the police report filled out by the state trooper who was first on the scene. Apparently I came to a curve
in the road, kept going straight off of the road, over corrected to get back onto the road, went straight across the road and ran into a tree.
All at a speed of about 25 - 30 mph. I was not wearing my seatbelt. When I impacted the tree I was discharged through windshield and thrown about 30
Luck was on my side for many reasons that morning, the first being that the person's property where this was all going down just happened to be
outside on his front porch and was able to call 911 right away. As I said before the last thing I remember clearly was backing out of the driveway.
The next thing I remember is seeing my dad.
My dad died June 3, 2002. But on that morning he was clearly there. I'm not exactly sure that I was floating up, it felt more like hanging in oblivion
but the light around me was changing. It was shimmering. My dad was above me and he was glowing. I will never be able to find the right adjectives to
describe the gold or the glow that surrounded him. I know he looked so peaceful and for lack of a better word - angelic. He looked like he did when I
was around 4 or 5 years old. With the longish late 70's early 80's hairdo. He gently shoved me down and said "not now little one, we need you here."
He had always called me little one.
After that the very first thought in my head was that I was being abducted by aliens! Turns out that the sound of the chopper blades and the EMT's
cutting away my clothes invoked that image.
Another thing that turned out lucky for me is my proximity to a big city with an excellent medical center. When the state trooper arrived on the scene
he reported that he could not find a pulse. The EMS report as they first arrived was the same plus very low blood pressure. I think that for a period
of time there I was a goner. I know that the Life Flight trauma team saved my life - brought me back to life.
I was in the ICU at Memorial Hermann Hospital in Houston for exactly 30 days before being moved to shock trauma, and eventually rehabilitation. All in
all I was in the hospital 7 weeks.
I had a collapsed lung, lacerated liver, ruptured spleen, right femur fracture, left tibial fracture, shattered left ankle, fractures of vertbrae's T3
- T7, lateral body fracture C2 (neck), fractured right scapula, fractured left ribs 2-11 (hurt the worst), and my right scapula (shoulder) was torn
open to the bone and was so badly shattered and damaged that it was a miracle that I didn't lose the whole arm. Over the course of those first two
weeks I had 7 surgeries to put in rods, screws, and skin grafts to cover up the gaping hole in my back.
When I woke up in ICU, not sure what day it was but I was no longer intubated, I remember seeing both of my brothers standing above me, and I told
them "I saw dad." That's my first memory of talking after the accident.
When I finally went home I was in a wheelchair and neck brace. My 3 year-old son wouldn't come near me. It took him a few days and finally he crawled
up on my bed and tapped my neck brace and said it was scary.
Am I more spiritual or closer to God after my experience? I think so, but it wasn't immediate. I think I have a better understanding now, because to
me - clearly there is an afterlife. My dad wasn't a spiritual man. We didn't go to church. He was often drunk and mean. He was college educated and a
hard worker, but not someone I would describe as a Christian. So by seeing him and the overwhelming look of peace and love that he represented and
emitted - I believe there is a place that is heaven. I think that our soul does go on to exist somewhere else.
The following picture is one of my son that was taken right before I got out of the hospital. He was at a friends house playing with her daughter. I
included this for obvious reasons. That being the anomaly that some would call an angel or spirit caught on camera. I would have to say I am pretty
skeptical about those things. I mean it could totally just be the camera, the film, the lighting, etc. When I was first given the picture I asked to
see the rest of the pictures from that roll, this was the only picture that came out this way. It was also the only picture my son was in, so maybe
there is something to it.. I know it was a traumatic time in our lives. Maybe it's my dad watching over him for me. I will never know, but would love
to hear other opinions.
Thanks for reading my story. It took some time to get the courage to post, (who wants to open themselves up to criticism?) and it may just fall to the
wayside. Either way, thanks for reading..
edit on 9-9-2010 by christine76 because: (no reason given)
edit on 9-9-2010 by christine76 because: To try and get my pictures smaller..
edit on 9-9-2010 by christine76 because: Picture size.. (sigh)