Oblivion and Back:
The
Near Death Experience that
Wouldn’t Go Away
by Joe Homsey
Bam!
“That had to be a plane,” I thought to myself. Nothing
else could possibly be moving that fast. The force of the impact
had snapped the driver’s seat off and I felt the car being
catapulted forward. That alone was alarming.
I had been traveling north on I-75 just north of Atlanta and had
just been readying to exit the North Marietta Loop traveling at
about 60 mph when the impact from behind occurred. It wasn’t
a plane that hit me. It was an uninsured 19 yr old driving an unregistered
vehicle. Witness reports put his speed at over a 100 mph as he
wove in and out of traffic up I-75.
I felt the back end of my car moving out to the
right. The wheels on my Toyota Corolla seemed to grab the
road surface. I could feel the car begin to turn over. I
knew how fast I was going. I knew the car would be in a wild tumble.
It was one of those “entire life in a flash moments”.
There wasn’t a lot of time for any lengthy reminiscing.
Just two thoughts went through my mind. The first was a pondering
why Divine Spirit had chosen this time for me. “Wow, I really
thought I’ve learned a lot in this life. I have so much to
offer...so much to give.” The second thought was expressed
in a spirit of surrendering, “God, I really only have one
request. I’d really like to take all that I’ve
learned with me to my next life. Please don’t require
me to learn everything all over again.”
The car began to flip over. I could hear the metal shearing and
the glass shattering all around me. I felt the tumbling effect. I
felt like I was inside a long tunnel like whirlpool. In the
center of that incredibly fast spinning darkness I saw a bright
white light, warm like the sun, very quiet and very serene.
Total silence.
I opened my eyes. “Cool,” I thought. “I
made it through this and I’m not even hurt! No pain
at all!” Then I tried to move. Not so much as a finger
responded. I was lying face down with my head in the back-seat,
my feet were somewhere up around the area of the steering wheel.
A thumb was pressing hard against my nose and lip. I could see
that it appeared, by it’s relative positioning, to be the
thumb from my left hand, but it was my right thumb. I could also
see that my right arm was bent in an awkward position under my
throat. “God, I’m glad I’m paralyzed because
that would really hurt if I could feel it,” I said to myself.
"Totally paralyzed," I thought
to myself. "Quadriplegic.
I will be a burden on everyone for the rest of my life." I
then concluded that I probably had serious internal injuries as
well. I would die here, but at least I would die without pain.
I thanked Divine Spirit for that blessing. I could literally feel
myself, as Spirit, sinking slowly down and out of my body. It was
a deeply sickening feeling.
Then I heard a tapping sound. “Are you all right?” a
woman’s trembling voice asked. “I’m paralyzed.
Call the police, call the ambulance.” I said. At least
I could talk, I thought to myself.
Over the next half hour, I heard sirens, people yelling and screaming,
the unmistakable sound of a helicopter. All the while I laid
face down, not moving. All the doors were jammed. The
paramedics were frantically trying to reach me and couldn’t.
They kept saying, “Stay with us now, stay with us.” They
ended up cutting off the entire roof of the car and very carefully
they lifted me out. I was placed on a stretcher, moved to
level ground, and was immediately given an IV.
Medical personnel surrounded me. The one directly above my face
said to me, “Mr. Homsey, you’re going to be all right.” Then
a woman’s voice said, “Mr. Homsey, have you made arrangements
for organ transplants?” “Yeah,” I said. “It’s
on my drivers license.” I could see the guy directly above
me stare down the lady who said it. Then another voice spoke up. “Mr.
Homsey, do you have a living will?” “No,” I
said. I looked up at the guy above me and said, “I’m
in deep, huh?” He smiled down at me and said I’d be
fine. Yeah, right, I thought to myself.
They strapped me in the life-flight helicopter. Off I went to the
Atlanta Medical Center Spinal Trauma Unit, the best such facility
for hundreds of miles in all directions. Upon arriving I was
placed in the operating room recovery room. Apparently there was
more room there for all the medical personnel to gather round me.
After being taken for CAT Scans and an MRI I was returned to the
recovery room. After the initial blur of activity, another seriously
injured person was brought into the room. The doctors began
working on her feverishly. For just a minute or so I was left to
my own devices. That’s when it started.
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