A near-death experience (NDE) refers to a broad range of personal experiences associated with impending death, encompassing multiple possible sensations including detachment from the body; feelings of levitation; extreme fear; total serenity, security, or warmth; the experience of absolute dissolution; and the presence of a light.
These phenomena are usually reported after an individual has been pronounced clinically dead or otherwise very close to death, hence the term near-death experience. Many NDE reports, however, originate from events that are not life-threatening.
People who have had a near-death experience may not be comfortable discussing the experience with others (...).
Yesterday, one of the weirdest and most shocking experiences ever, happened to me. I was on my way to meet up with a friend after work and it all seemed "normal", everything looked and felt just like any other day, nothing out of the ordinary really...up until I was going to cross the street when all of the sudden a car passed by me real fast and, when I say "passed by me", I mean, it ran me over (it stepped over half of my right foot and hit my stomach with the right-hand rear-view mirror). It all happened REALLY FAST, in a matter of seconds to be exact. At that moment, I felt like I left my body and was able to see everything from above and now I can't seem to be able to stop playing that scene in my head over and over.
I'm going to be totally honest here and admit that, many times, I cross the streets somewhat recklessly, not on purpose or looking to die or hurt myself or anything like that, I just feel that whenever it's your turn to die, you will die no matter what you do or how careful you are; however, yesterday I wasn't reckless at all, I waited and made sure I had the green light and the cars the red one so I could cross, when the lights were on my favor, meaning, it was green for me -and everyone else who also wanted to cross over- I stepped down the sidewalk and started walking when this car came over really fast skipping the red light, so it was his/her fault. It all happened so fast I immediately went into shock. I remember looking to my right to see the car like trying to assimilate what had just happened and I saw how the car's mirror was all broken and pretty much falling down.
People next to me asked if I was alright and I was so in shock I said yes, I mean, I couldn't react because of the impression so I was like "I don't know what happened, we did have the green light and the cars had the red one, right?" and they said yes. This one girl looked all scared and actually offered to help me cross the street. She grabbed my arm and walked with me while asking if I was sure I was alright. Then she told me to take care and left and I headed off to meet my friend. I told my friend what happened and she was worried and asking how I was and all and if I was sure I was alright, but I was still in shock so I said I was alright. So we went to get some coffee and a couple of hours later I came home.
I wasn't sure if I was going to tell mom and sis about the whole thing coz I knew they'd tell me off knowing how reckless I usually am, but I HAD to tell them and so I did. I began with "I'm gonna tell you something and I don't wanna hear an 'I told you so!', ok?". So I told them and, because of my previous warning they took about a minute to figure out what to say, then they asked me how it was and I began to tell my story and when I was doing so...I burst into tears. It wasn't until then that it actually hit me, I realized I was only seconds and/or centimeters away from dying. I realized then how lucky I was to be home telling the story instead of being at the hospital or already dead.
After I left the state of shock and it all hit me it was horrible, I couldn't stop crying, therefore, I had insomnia and my mind kept on spinning and then and there, I also realize I am not really afraid of dying but what I am REALLY afraid of is leaving my mom and sister, especially with the whole situation we're currently living. I'd really hate myself if something happened to me and they found themselves on their own. Not that I am the responsible one for them -not entirely anyway- but I am a pillar of the family just as they both are and, in a family of three, when one pillar goes down, the other two will for sure stumble down and I don't want that to happen.
Now that I've been giving it so much thought I know that I am absolutely lucky to be here, alive and well...with a bit of physical pain but well enough to tell you my story and share with you how happy I am to be given a second chance. A second chance to live my life better, to enjoy it more, to do more -for myself and others-, to feel more and, above all, to love more. I know not everyone is so lucky to have a second chance, so I'm going to take advantage and make the best out of it in every way I can.
I was doing some reading and found this: "Most near-death survivors say they don't think there is a God. They know." - Nancy Evans, which is absolutely true. I've always believed in God but now I'm sure not only that he's there but also that he loves me. Also found this: "This is a profound emotional experience." - Nuland, and you have no idea how truly emotional it is indeed. It changes you in a way you never imagined. Anyway, I just wanted to share this with you because I think it's a watershed in my life and also something I didn't wanna keep to myself, so thanks for reading.
