Friday – May 13, 1977
My father fell asleep while driving with me in the passenger seat when I was 6 years old. Our car ran off the road and flipped upside down in a small creek. The next thing I remember though, was the brightest light as if I were engulfed in it. I felt calm and not scared. It didn’t last long until I slowly started seeing the things around me like the car I had been in, a lake near the car and a bush. I felt gravitational forces pulling my body down and realized I was sitting on a road with my lower left leg gone. I remember seeing flesh and my veins hanging out of my leg. It scared me so I screamed for my father. He gets out of the car and I see him grab my leg from the bush then he picks me up.
My father’s boss just happened to be driving by that night in a new, yellow Cadillac. They picked us up and drove to the hospital. Next thing I remember were the doctors and nurses moving so fast around me it made me feel I was running out of time. No one was looking at me just objectively trying to fix me. I remember wanting to ask if I were going to be ok but too weak to say the words.
I was to transfer to a bigger hospital because the small one couldn’t give me the medical care I needed. I was also told that it took 3 ambulances to get me to that bigger hospital because of one flat tire and one ambulance broke down. I don’t remember anything else until much later when I woke up from the coma. I had been in coma for 2 weeks.
I spent 3 months in the hospital. I have good and bad memories of being there. The nurses were amazing….especially Sharon who became my regular nurse. I met a lot of kids with traumatic injuries. Maybe I’ll write about my experiences in the children’s hospital in the future.
Most people will ask me how did I lose my leg and some will ask what do I remember. I was in my late thirties when I was telling someone new about my childhood car accident when it dawned on me about the light. I always assumed I hallucinated about the lake and street light. I had never thought of my memories in any other way until then. The area where my accident took place was nowhere near a street lamp or a lake. That wasn’t a street lamp I was under. This was in the country on a country road. This was my white light experience.
Many critics want to define what people experience or reason with an explanation. They will justify what I saw by saying that was traumatic injury to my brain. I don’t have a medical explanation for what I experienced. I feel it was Devine intervention. I do know for a fact..I should have bled to death and many doctors said it was a miracle I lived.
I only shared my personal experience because I know others have experienced this too.