Was even on my death bed with my life flashing before my eyes. Opened my eyes expecting to be in Heaven. In a large hospital recovery room with bright lights and numbers on the ceiling, bright sunlight streaming in thru the windows, it looked like Heaven. There was nobody there.

But as I looked around I thought Heaven should not look like this. They don't have hospital beds in Heaven do they? Numbers up in the sky, what are those for? Finally a nurse came by and looked me close up right in the eyes, kind of set me back. Is this an Angel? I didn't know.

She probably upped the drugs and I went back to sleep for awhile.

I survived some other close calls. Probably lucky to be here.

My brother however, survived more. He was in a couple of bad car crashes and an airplane crash that put him in the hospital with a broken neck. He recovered from them all.