When I had my experience I remember my family looking at me with tears in there eyes, my father carrying me to the truck in a frantic run. I had not left my body yet and remember as the pain slowly began to filter through my body, I was cold and yet not, numb, but I could feel. It felt like electricity was shooting down my spine and into every nerve of my body. I remember glancing up into the darkness of the road before us and seeing a dark cave, as the mountain seemed to open before us. And the skyline appeared as if a dull fire blazed across the horizon. I was shaking and shivering so bad, I could hardly talk, but I was able to tell my mother what lied ahead, what I could see and hear the fear in her voice when she turned to my father. I watched as the speedometer climbed well above 100.
I remember being carried into the ER, and being surrounded by doctors, feeling the tube being pushed down my throat, and the light above me. I saw so many faces, looking down, so much panic. It was then that I felt it and heard the echoes that still haunt my dreams, I felt a surge of pain through my body and remember watching as the light dimmed and I knew I was dying. I fought to awake from the darkness, and took one final glance towards the window where my parents watched, the tears running down their faces, before I slipped into darkness once again.
I remember voices but no in a language I understood, and he sounded almost computer generated, but as they came at me like echoes I could not just hear them I felt them surge through me. Then all at once silence, an odd sadness yet peace came over me and I felt I was finally standing still.
Slowly a dull light appeared, and it was as if I was standing in a desert, dead trees in the distance, and around me so many people, all staring at me. In there eyes were so much sadness, so much pain and I too felt overwhelmed by it. It seemed to last forever, they spoke to me, and yet they seemed so familiar. It seemed I had been there forever, when I felt a surge of pain once again, and slowly I opened my eyes. It was light and in the background I could hear the beeping of my heart on a monitor. A nurse was standing next to me, and as I looked up at her I began to cry, I was alive, but I could not move, could not talk, but I was alive. I was later informed I was away for 4 days and at one point they believed I was not going to survive. It changed my life, for the better and when I pass over again I hope to miss the wasteland, and visit the paradise I always hear about.
