I have only told this story to a few. Mostly to my closest friends and to my family. And as of now to you. It began July 11, 2014 at approximately 11:30 pm. My palms became sweaty, my chest became heavy with pain, my speech became slurred as it had a few times before when I previously had heart attacks and a mild stroke. Yet this one was different. I felt detached from my body as if I were seeing myself, as if I was looking at my entire body from a distance. I felt as though I were leaving my body. An out of body experience so to speak. I knocked at my dad's bedroom door and asked my dad to please call my brother and have him meet me at the hospital as I knew I was having another heart attack but I knew it was more than that. I actually knew I was dying. I told my dad and my daughter (at the time she was 14) good-bye and I loved them. Actually six days later when I woke from the coma, I explained to my family exactly what I had experience and I learned I had expired 8 times within a three hour period, and at one time I was actually gone for 18 minutes. Yes the hospital staff actually worked on me to revive me for 18 minutes.
During that 18 minutes I had an awesome experience, it was as if I floated above the nurses and doctors and watched them as they were doing CPR and working on me on the operating table. I found myself floating through the ER waiting room where I saw my sister in law and my brother waiting for news from the doctors.
I was walking through a field of beautiful little blue and yellow flowers where I saw my grandmother who had passed in 1992, my mom who had passed in 2009, my step-dad who had passed in 1983 and my uncle who had passed in 1975. They were all standing before me. They were young and healthy but they did not speak to me but motioned to me to "go back". They continued to do so, I was confused I wanted to stay but they refused to allow me to stay. I walked with a beautiful robed man yet I had never gotten to see His face, but I was returned to earth. Yes, I had visited HEAVEN. It was beautiful, peaceful and I had gotten to see the family I loved.
When I awoke I had many challenges, I had suffered a stroke which had taken the ability to do many things, I walked with a walker, I had to have rehab to remember things and to gain the strength in my body. Today, however, I am 95% recovered. I still suffer seizures and I am not allowed to drive much but I do get around. Furthermore I don't use a walker any more.
So with that said, if anyone asks, if I believe in miracles, "Yes, I do!" And if they ask if there is a Heaven. "Oh Yes, There is a Heaven!"
I am Living Proof!