My Son's Life After Death Experience - Miscellaneous - http://maxpages.com/starfire7s/In_The_Spirit_Of

I stood at my son's bedside in a cold, foreboding hospital, pleading with God for his life, as I had day and night for the past several weeks. His near lifeless form lay before me, his face void of the smile I loved so much. At 17, he was everything a mother hoped for, my only son, my Mike. I couldn't imagine going on without him. At a loss as to what else I might say to God, I thought back to the fateful events leading to this night. Enroute to a friends birthday party, Mike had been thrown from the back of a truck, landing on his head, skidding more than 40 feet on his side and abdoman, then lying on the cold, night ground for several hours before the ambulance could find him. When I first saw him at the hospital he was not recognizable. His head was swollen even with his broad shoulders, much of his flesh was gone, his right eye had been dislodged and hung by a tendon, right ear missing, my heart broke into a billion screaming, crying, aching pieces. His eye and ear were set back in place but I was told, if he lived, he would not have sight in the eye again. The doctors gave him 1% odds for survival and sent him by helocopter to a larger hospital better equipped to treat closed head injuries. From that time forward, Mike lay in coma, his odds of survival increased to 6%. Brought back to the moment, I looked achingly at this boy/man, willing to give my life for him, if only I could. "Lord Jesus", I began, "Your word says we can ask anything using Your Name, and I believe that. You are our Saviour, from all things, and Mike needs You now more than at any time in his short life. Please, Father, shower Your grace and mercy upon him now. Never let it be known that I cried out to You in vain. I know You don't make deals, I won't try to bargain with You anymore. I don't think I can bare it if You take my son, but if that is Your will, please help me accept it." Doctors entered the room and urged me to leave and get much needed sleep, assuring me Mike would need me more later than now, promising me to call if there were any change. I knew I couldn't sleep but when I looked to my husband I was filled with guilt, he looked so haggard. I agreed to go to the cottage we had rented as a means to have a place to shower and change clothes. It was located 6 min. from the hospital. At the cottage, I was laying beside Scott as he slept, when suddenly there was a loud knocking on the screendoor. Jumping to my feet, heart pounding at the mere thought of bad news, I raced to the door and flung it open. I stared in shocked disbelief at my son! Mike stood looking at me intently, dressed in street clothes, with no obvious sign of injury! On either side of him stood a young man about Mike's age, dressed in street clothes, yet they shone with a light unlike anything I had ever seen. My mind reeled. Before I could speak, Mike said, 3 times in succession, "Mom, I need you. Out here. Now!" The 3 then turned in unision, walked across the small courtyard and were gone. Scott had roused, wanting to know who was at the door. I told him there was no time to explain, we had to get to the hospital NOW! When we entered Mike's room my heart neary stopped. Doctors and nurses surrounded his bed, preparing to disconnect his life support! A nurse had her hand on the phone, in the process of phoning me. She told the doctor I was the one they had been telling him about. {briefly, Mike responded to nothing but my voice. If I asked him to lift a finger in recognition/understanding, he would comply} The doctor turned to me saying, "I don't know what it is you do, but do it now. We've lost him again and can't revive him this time." Everyone stood aside to make room as I hurried to Mike's side. Taking his hand, I began talking along these lines, "Mike, you have to listen to me, come towards my voice Mike. Don't go towards the light Mike, come all the way back to my voice. You've been on a long, dark journey and I know you are tired, but it isn't time for you to go there now, come back to my voice Mike, I need you." Many more things were said, the important part is when he responded. Suddenly, the ICP Monitor which registers brain activity and pressure began rising, the heart monitor began beeping, all his vital signs restored. Doctors and nurses stood in utter amazement, declaring they had just witnessed a miracle. The head neurologist began to examine Mike and ask questions, with no response. Mike's private nurse told him of the hand response from me and the doctor asked me try it. Taking Mike's hand, I ask him to lift a specific finger if he could hear me. A cry rose up around the room as the finger slowly and shakily lifted and lowered. I thanked Mike over and over as I kissed his hand through my tears. That night marked uphill progress for Mike. A few days later he came out of coma, unable to speak, walk feed himself, nor any of the other things most of us take for granted every day. But God wasn't finished yet. In less than a week Mike had regained ability for all these things. After having lived at death's door for nearly 3 weeks, we took Mike home on Christmas Eve. To date, the only visible sign of his experience is scarring near his right eye. God gave His Son that mine might live....I never see a manger without remembering.

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