On death and dying wish I did not have to write these words down, but un-fortunately they are in my vocabulary now. As I was thinking about my friend, I thought about the time many years ago when I was 17 and I had a severe asthma attack. I remember sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for the nurse to come in to start my IV and I had to go to the bathroom so bad that I, not sure how I made it to the bathroom but I did. I'm sitting on the pot and then I really can't breathe. I remember trying to hollar for help but had no air, I looked up and I saw this beast, hairy, smelly and had long finger nails. The eyes were dark and no expression I knew it was the devil.
I had been to church a little bit but never had accepted Jesus into my life but I knew about the devil and I figured my time was up. everything went black and I remember waking up back in the bed but oh so very cold, it was as though I was in an ice box. Several people around me all upset. My foster parents, my social worker and I think my foster brother was there. While in ICU they told me I had died. They had to use the defibrilator to get my heart going again.
Don't remember anything but being so very cold and of course losing my bladder and bowels. If that's not embarrassing I don't know what is.
Everyone at school treated my differently, like I was a miracle, maybe I was.
It's been a while since I thought about this wasn't ready to die back then, guess God had other plans. Now that I know Him I am ready to die whenever He says it is time. No fear as I know where I am going, to be with my heavenly father and sit at His feet and see my Mom again.
Be blessed and good night.
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