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I was born to a regular, working-class two-parent family in South London, of no denomination, with the family mantra of ‘it’s not real unless I can hit it.’
I entered nursery at four years old, where a Priest and a local Police Officer abused me. I then moved to primary school at four and a half. For the next two and a half years, I was subjected to violent, sexual abuse by the headmistress and school inspector, resulting in a severe operation (and still no alarm bells rang).
I was in the C.C.U. (more critical than I.C.U.) with a rare form of pneumonia that wasn't responding to medications. My doctors had told my family it wasn't looking optimistic, so my family had started to come in to visit.
Right before my experience, I recall lying in bed with the BiPAP machine over my face, concentrating on every breath, in and out. I was afraid to fall asleep because I didn't know if my breathing would stop.
On the last nice weekend in October 1985, a few good friends and I decided to go horseback riding at a summer camp ranch in West Virginia where we had been teaching as department directors in our various fields. It was a beautiful day, clear blue skies, cool but comfortable breezes and a perfect day for riding. We rode around the pastures for several hours without incident. We went back to the corral, staying mounted in the saddle but slowly walking the horses around the ring, waiting for staff to come and take our horses in, one at a time.
NDE1: Age 6, fell 20 feet from barn loft, don't remember fall but once home from hospital saw a woman at the end of my bed for 3 years. My mom's mother died when she was 2 years old so she didn't have any pictures; however, 43 years later she found a photo of her and chills came over me because I knew then it was my deceased grandmother at the end of my bed!
I had my NDE on March 24th, 2016. Holy Thursday. My older sister by two years was fighting a losing battle with breast cancer and it was very hard to watch it punish my parents. I had developed severe LPR heartburn through stress eating. I was going in for an ENT scope and a colonoscopy. My doctor wanted to check for ulcers and the colonoscopy was just a bonus as I was 46 and had never had one done.
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