Almost
to Heaven on My Harley NDE
I have
entitled it......Almost to Heaven On My Harley......I would like you to entitle
it the same......Thanks.
-Bones
Have
you ever heard a story that sounds like it's just out of this world.?
Well that's exactly were I was when this episode took place (out of this
world) I went to a place that I now call the spirit world.
It was January, 1998 - I was riding my Harley and got run over by a
truck. Life flight to hospital in
San Diego. Medical reports say that I had to be revived three times along the
way.. I suffered from Fifty-six broken bones, a collapsed lung, a closed head
injury; I had broken my jaw off its hinges, also cracking it, lost teeth and
lacerated my tong. Causing me to drown in my own blood. I remained in a coma for
the better part of three months. I explain the coma this way because that is how
it was. I didn't just one day wake up as if I had been sleeping. After a few
weeks of being out. I started to come and go. This went on for quite some time.
As the Doctors also kept me in a drug induced coma.
What you are about to read is exactly the way it happened to the best of
my recollection. And I recall it very well.
Nothing will be added as to make for a better story, or to make my
experience coincide with others.. I
didn't see any bright lights,
tunnel, or here any beautiful music, no clouds, glitter or gold. But then again,
maybe I wasn't headed in that
direction! ~ Hospital
is located in the outskirts of San Diego City. Although a very large Hospital.
It's tucked away in the back of residential a neighborhood. You only pass by if
that's were your going. The Hospital is kind of the neighborhood's
dead end. The area is San Diego's gay community.
Having moved to San Diego from Connecticut as an adult at the age of 28.
I am positive that I had never been to or by the Hospital prior to this
experience. I also was unconscious when flown in by life flight. Besides the
heliport landing pad is on the roof and you then enter from the roof in to the
trauma area. This is all a very important factor in my story.
My room 734 was in the front of the hospital on the seventh floor. The
window overlooked the front concrete courtyard
type of main entrance that is covered by a weather shield type of roof.
The roof blocked the view from my window, to the entrance. Besides that my body
could not make it to the window.
Every time I would seem to wake up I would learn of yet another injury.
Then I would return to the place that I hung out. "The front
courtyard" I found myself out there as if I had a friend who was a hurt
patient inside. And I was waiting to see if he was going to make it or not.
Although I knew that the friend was me.
There was another guy hanging out there with me. But we both just kept to
ourselves. At the time I figured he was on the same boat as me. (so to speak)
and I really didn't pay him much attention.
I was out there for what seemed to be at least three days or
so. At night I would go hang out in a small outside corridor across the
lawn. Just to the right of the front entrance. I don't know were the other guy
went at night. But he was always in the courtyard at daytime.
Often I would go look in the window at my broken body lying in the bed.
It was like watching a movie. I was not seeing my body go to the window.
Only the view zoom up there and focus in. Returning
to the courtyard I would review my life. Thinking about other close calls I have
had over the years. And friends that had died at a much younger age. I was now
40 and my Father died at 32. I was 8 when he died. I remember thinking that I
have had a much longer life than they did.
I also remember thinking that I didn't have 6 kids and a wife depending
on me. At the time I was recently
divorced with one Daughter, 7. My x-wife made very good money and they really
didn't need me financially. I
was deciding weather I wanted to live or die. Because for some unknown reason I
seemed to have a choice. On
about the third day the other guy in the courtyard came face to face with me. He
looked me in the eye and said. Well George, what are you going to do?
It was then that I realized this guy was God, or someone from his
department. Perhaps my Father although he didn't look like the few pictures that
I have seen. I
almost went but the thought of leaving my daughter (who I adore) and loves her
Daddy very much. Stooped me. I just didn't want her to grow up without her Dad.
Not if I had any say in it. And apparently I did have a say.
I also knew from this guy that I would recover. He didn't say anything at
all besides ( Well George what are you going to do )
But I somehow knew that I would get better. I also knew that it was going
to take a very, very long time. We
spoke to each other through mental telepathy or something like that. So I told
him that I wanted to stay. I also told him that I drink too much and I didn't
want to go back to that way of life. He
never answered me on that one. That
was the last time I would see this guy. Although I have a feeling that I will
someday see him again. I was
returned to my body with great force. The reason I say that is. My body was on
the operating table having yet another surgery. When I woke completely up. I
said something. Then I heard Doctor say. He can't feel anything. I then
proceeded to tell them that they were working on my right leg, near my shin, way
deep inside.. The room became silent. I then remember just the anesthesia Dr and
myself. I was begging him to put me back out. And after what seemed to be a long
time, he did. Now not thinking about this for a while. Or just
righting it off as a coma dream. My friend Richard was up visiting one night and
I was starting to wake up a lot by now. Richard
said he was going outside to smoke. I had been a smoker before the accident
myself. So I said take me with you.
I haven't had a cigarette in ages. I really just wanted to get out of that bed.
And I knew if anyone was going to help me, it would be Richard. He and Spivey
came to visit a lot and If I were smoking I would get to go outside a lot. So
Richard got a wheelchair. Picked me up, put me in it and off we went.
Down the elevator and out the front door, Straight ahead about 30 or 40
feet then stooped and locked my chair break.
Now my jaw was broken and my teeth wired shut. But I tried to act as if I
was enjoying the cigarette so as to get to come back. When we finished smoking
and it was time to go back in. Richard turned me around facing the front door,
and courtyard. Seeing
the place were I hung out, and were the other guy stood, even the outside
corridor were I went at night. I said Son Of A Bitch, That Was Real. Only then
did I realize that it was not a dream. And I told Richard the whole story..
Shortly after that Richard said. Were going to have to start calling you
bones. And Spivey said you had nothing to worry about. Only the good die young.
And I knew that I was going to recover. And I knew it was going to take a very,
very long time.
In closing I will tell you that I went two and a half years without
having a drink "at all" And
now I only drink like a gentleman. What I mean by that is. The six pack of bud
in my fridge that I bought a month ago. Still has one or two left.
My Daughter Krysten is doing great and lives with her Dad half of the
time. I have had 43 surgical
procedures over the past 37 months. The most recent was six weeks ago. I still
have all my body parts accept for a few teeth that were replaced.
And I know that this is just part of that very, very long time.
Krysten is ten now and I'm looking forward to someday giving her away at
her wedding. And like the song says.
I could have missed the pain. But I'd of
had to miss " THE DANCE " Bone