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January 11, 2013, I was riding snowmobiles in the mountains of St. Charles, Idaho in the Bear Lake area. Snow conditions were terrible and the avalanche risk was extreme but being the powder hounds we were, we went anyway.
My Near-Death Experience (NDE) took place when I was around 4 or 5 years old. I can't
pinpoint the exact age, but I was in kindergarten at the time. It was a very sunny day, typical of
those in Quito, the city where I was born and raised. I remember playing in the schoolyard,
going down the slide, and running around with the many other children who were there during
the break. Suddenly, as I sprinted through the middle of the yard, a kid bumped into me, and
our heads collided violently. When I looked at him, frustrated and angry, he was staring back at
me with the same shock, which made me realize that it had been an accident and he wasn’t at
fault.
February 15, 2022, I tested positive for COVID. By May 15th, I had a 104-degree fever and had started to write a death diary.
On October 10, 2023, I had a kidney stone that breached my right kidney. I passed out at home and was transported to the ER where I went into septic shock with multi-organ failure.
I saw a "stairway to heaven."
On the steps and faces of the steps were little movies of my life playing. The steps leading upward from my vantage point were my future. The steps leading back down were of my past. On either side of the stairway was open air or space. There were only the steps with open space behind them. It was light out and there was no landscape anywhere.
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