Have you had a near death experience?

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Has anyone ever had a near death experience? What was it like?
 
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I don’t know if this counts as near death but when I was in third grade we went to the beach for the holidays. It was a time of high tide. None the less we went to play in the ocean. My dad and my sister, who is much taller than me, were farther into the ocean. I was playing by myself closer to the shore where the water level was slightly above my waist. I had started learning swimming that year and thought “Why not practice what I had learnt so far?.” The moment I attempted to float and had my head under water, an unexpected wave swept over me. This wave was huge. I panicked and was unable to put my feet back down on the ground. The water started receeding and I felt myself getting pulled towards the deeper part of the ocean. At this point I was almost out of breath and was about to give up but by God’s grace I was able to find the ground and stand up straight. I freaked out and ran back to the shack where my mom was sipping her beer.

to answer your question: It was terrifying and I’m still scared of deep water bodies/ pools etc. I never completed my swimming lessons after that.
 
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Did anyone ever have an “out of body” I have i was ill to where I felt dizzy and had a hard time breathing i was told to sit on a couch and the person who was with me at the time asked me if I knew who they were I replied to them that they were the "hired help " they were talking to family and told them what I had said to them. While we were waiting for my family I died during that time stopped breathing no life if someone was there and not part of the situation at the time of the illness would have said that I was dead at the time remember no breathing vital signs nothing before I died I saw a bright yellow light the last thing I remember was having a smile on my face looking up and said "yes Father " and I died when I felt my soul leave my body and I was able to "see what happened to my body when I looked around I saw the light and went toward the light it was beautiful while I was walking toward the light I tried to come home to our Lord I was asked by Him to come back and lead others to Him, I said that I didn’t want to go back and stay with Him but He said "Daughter my beloved I know that you want to stay with me but I have a mission for you to do " again I pleaded with Father to stay and again He held my face in His hands and repeated “Daughter my beloved I know that you want to stay with me but I have a mission for you to do” I asked Him “what is the mission you want me to do?” Father said to me I am telling you bring my people to the Faith I gave Peter ". When I looked at Him in the eyes He was smiling and I said to Him "the Faith you gave Faith you gave Peter "? He showed me the Eucharist and his Blood. That is when I realized that He was telling me that I needed to bring His people to the one true church and that was the Catholic Church . The next thing I remember was being “slammed” back into my body and taking a deep breath like I had drowned and I was back in my body.
 
I was ‘killed’ in a road accident when I was 16.

A drunk driver hit me at 80mph whilst I was stationary, waiting to make a right turn on a motor scooter.

I had multiple injuries and my rib-cage pierced my lungs. I lay in the road without lungs for 45 minutes waiting for an ambulance.

Somehow, I survived until arrival at hospital, by which point I was in and out of consciousness and in pain. Suddenly, I ‘knew’ that if I closed my eyes, the pain would stop. So, I did just that. I was still conscious; I could still hear all of the activity going on around me, and I felt complete peace and no pain whatsoever. The chaotic activity going on around me was the sound of the medical team resuscitating me - I had been ‘dead’ for several minutes.

All I can tell you about it is that I was not ‘gone’; I was completely calm and happy and pain-free, but that’s all I experienced. I didn’t know that I was ‘dead’, but I had no vital signs at all - I was ‘gone’, they told me. ‘No, I wasn’t, I told them’. I was aware of everything.

It was not my time, that’s all I can say.
 
Like I said before when I died I didn’t want to come back to the pain of my illness at the time but because of Father having the mission of bringing His people back to His Church I knew he wanted me to become Catholic to help him in his mission.
 
I wouldn’t know if these could be classified as near death, but they were pretty significant. I was born 2 months early, and I could not breathe on my own. I had to be hooked up to a bunch of machines to help me breathe (for at least 4 or 5 days) and stayed in the hospital for 10 days after my birth. I also had one or two seizures that happened when I was an infant. And I guess they were pretty scary from what I was told by my grandparents. The last one I can definitely classify as a near death experience. At the time when I was infant, my mom was still dating my biological father. We were all riding in a car, with me in the back seat and my mom was driving. Mind you, this was back in the 90s, where the emergency break was still in between the two front seats. I guess my mom and biological father got in an argument and he pulled up the emergency break, causing the car to swerve into the opposite lane. If the garbage truck hit the car any further than it had, we would’ve all been killed. Both of them ended up in the hospital for injuries, but I remained unharmed. I was told that the first person who came on the scene was a civilian and she held me until the paramedics and my relatives arrived. I really wish I knew who she was so I can thank her. To this day, whenever I struggle with my faith or have doubts of God’s miracles, I always think back to these moments.
 
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I did about 30 years ago. I was bleeding to death. Left my body, everything around me was a grey fog and felt wonderfully OK, like I just knew everything was alright. I came to a grating made of light and knew I had the choice to stay in the great OKness or return. Then I saw my body being worked on, and then I went in the next room and saw my husband and our two boys, one of them a newborn and I felt like he shouldn’t have to raise them alone, so I came back into my body.

Utter chaos because of course the medics thought they lost me. I kind of went through a depression afterwards because life was really difficult for awhile after that. I was trying to recover, we moved far away from all friends and family, had very little money. I am glad I returned, but I know I wondered for awhile if I had made the right decision. I definitely did!
 
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