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I am someone who from a young age experienced loss of those I cared for. My father passed of suicide when I was only twelve and my mother cast me out into the world shortly after. My maternal grandmother tried the best she could, along with my maternal grandfather, to look out for me. However they both had health issues and my grandfather also passed during my teens, leaving my grandmother alone. Although she was unable to care for me full-time, she always loved and believed in me more than I did myself.
The thing is, I blocked so much out and only remembered years later. I was 11 and I remember seeing my mother sitting on top of someone. I could see she had her hands round their throat. I could see that, but I was by the door of the sitting room about 6 feet away.
I had a near-death experience about 15 years ago. I very rarely talk about it, due to the circumstances leading up to that experience. Now that I have had many years to think about my experience and put things into perspective, I know that I am ready to put it out there. My experience, in my opinion after this deep retrospection, was to get me back on track for my soul’s purpose. In retrospect, I now understand I was given multiple warnings before things had to get to that level, but I can be very hardheaded.
One night in the winter of 2012, I was at a small gathering of friends where we chatted and drank alcohol. At around 2 am, one of my friends asked me to drop him home. It was snowing a little, just enough to render the asphalt roads slippery. I drove about 3-4 miles to his home and dropped him. I was a bit drunk but my senses were good.
When I was 5 years old, I had an operation to remove my tonsils. Unknown to the doctors, I had a very low enzyme level of Cholinesterase. At that time, with the anesthesia that was used, it was very dangerous. It was like a huge overdose because my body could not break down and absorb the anesthesia.
I found myself near the ceiling of the operating room. I watched as a man was pushing up and down on my chest. I saw more people in the room than when I went in. There was it seemed a machine or something behind my head. But I really wasn't interested.
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