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When I was a child, I was hit by a truck after getting off the school bus. I remember looking up at a crowd of people staring down at me in shock, and a paramedic ripping my jeans to see my right leg that was broken. A broken femur, 6 cracked ribs, punctured lungs and barely hanging on, what happened next is hard to put in words. I saw the ambulance drive off with my body on it!
My NDE happened when I was 18 years old—the summer before my freshman year of college. I was enrolled at a University in Florida and had two summer jobs, lots of friends and dated heavily. I rarely slept and "burned the candle at both ends." As a result, I succumbed to mononucleosis for the second time. (I supposedly had it before when I was 6 or 7 years old. Some doctors believe that it never completely goes away)
I crashed my bicycle when several friends and I were playing follow the leader and we were jumping a manhole cover. I flipped over and landed on my head. I can remember leaving my body and seeing myself on the ground there was no pain but I felt panic because I didn't understand what was going on.
I was ending a violent marriage. My husband punched me in the eye area and I fell down. He then strangled me, and I lost consciousness. Everything became smokey/cloudy. It was like I was in nothingness. I started to see light, and I understood that I had died. I was thrilled and said, "Oh, it's true. There IS life after death."
As a small child, I ingested many pills that my parents had left accessible, and went into a coma. I remember feeling a calm and pleasant lightness. I was floating maybe 2 or 3 feet above my body and I saw it be in the ambulance, and taken to the hospital. I remember the color image of the ambulance, the driver, the people who were with the ambulance. The last image was that I was leaning next to my aunt who watched the ambulance go away, and as she turned back toward [my] house, crying.
The next thing I remember was waking up after 2 or 3 days in the hospital in the mood to play. These images have never been forgotten, although few people know what I saw and felt. I think people to whom I confided did not believe what I told them. Eventually I stopped talking about it, but I have felt the death of the people who are closest to me. Might be coincidence; sometimes it is painful.
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