Tuesday, September 13, 2011

I Thought You Were Dead!

That's what my angel said to me when I saw her in Walmart a month after passing out in the park; as she said it, I got goose bumps. In all my years of living in my neighborhood, I had never seen this angel, and after seeing her in Walmart I never saw her again. At this point in time, I was questioning God so deeply, I think he sent the angel to Walmart to provide some semblance of closure for me.

More than a month had passed since the September 11th attacks. On this particular morning, the weather was beautiful – the air was crisp and clean. I had completed a 3-mile loop and was about to stretch when I felt unbelievably lightheaded. Having never experienced this before, I decided to lean against a light pole for support, with the intent of sliding down to the ground and sitting.

The next thing I remember is being on the pavement, and seeing my glasses scratched in a twisted, mangled heap. My brain says "something's not right – how'd your glasses get this way?" but I'm so out of it, I decided to deal with it later.

So there I lay on the pavement at the park. I don't know how long I was laying there. God sent an angel along, and she asked me, "Are you all right?" I'm beginning to think something's wrong between the glasses and this lady talking to me.

I answered her halfheartedly by saying "I guess I'm OK." She saw my face and gasped, "O My GOD!" She gave me some tissue to wipe my face. As I wiped my face, I noticed blood on the tissue. Lots of blood. I became HYSTERICAL. Then I wriggled my tongue around my mouth and realized teeth are missing. I become more HYSTERICAL. This poor lady is trying to get my vital information to see how coherent I am and I was screaming about missing teeth. Another lady walks by, quickly assesses the situation and decided to call 911. The ambulance came very quickly and I was taken to the Emergency Room of a local hospital. As I'm being placed in the ambulance, my tooth is spotted on the pavement and is brought with me to the Emergency Room. Thankfully, I only lost one tooth.

At the hospital, my tooth was immediately reinserted. Then the long wait began. No one would tell me what I looked like, no one. I knew it was pretty bad. The left side of my face took the impact of the fall. I had lacerations under my eye and the left side of my lip was split. My lip had to be sutured. 4 teeth were chipped. Ultimately, because of the trauma to my teeth, I had to have a root canals done. I had a series of tests done and spent 2 days in the hospital for observation and treatment.

Once I was released from the hospital, I had to see cardiologists, specialized dentists and plastic surgeons. God is so good, because many of the outward scars were gone within a month. The ultimate diagnosis: vasovagal syncope. Vasovagal syncope is a brief loss of consciousness due to a sudden drop in the blood pressure. According to the doctors, this is not normally serious condition, in and of itself; it depends on what happens after you black out.

In my case I suffered a serious fall that shook me up. Though my church family came through for me in a big way, I started to withdraw from everyone. The blackout combined with my job search led me to a huge pity party.

But God is faithful – He sent sisters to encourage me and let me know that all things work together for good. My best friends were beside me the entire time; they stayed with me in the hospital and prayed for me – heartfelt sincere prayers that really made a difference. My roommate at the hospital commented – "I love the prayers! I love the way your friends pray." My husband stepped up to plate and handled all the household chores.

Through it all, God reminded me that I have so much to be thankful for – my life, my health, my family, and my friends. And he constantly reminds me that he has a plan for me – plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future. (Jer. 29:11). So I held on to this. I remembered the words of that old hymn – with Christ in the ship, we can smile at the storm. This gave me peace.

Have you survived a near death experience? Did it help you find your purpose?

1 comment:

  1. I have not but i am glad you were able to share this with us! God is indeed faithful!


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