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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.
Diagnosed terminal and in and out of consciousness for several weeks, I had been told there was no help on too many planes to explain here. Regardless, I was 39 days into a 30 day life expectancy. I weighed not only the opportunity for assistance but the practicality of it as well. I slept for hours during the days and nights. I was sicker than sick. My doctors later explained that was the sickest any human being could ever be. I was at the doorway of death in both mind and body. Most of my memory of those days are limited to say the least. As are any recollections of any dreams. Dreams were just seemingly non-existent for me and honestly still are rare today. But the one memory and the events
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