dreaming of the dead coming back to life

This experience goes way beyond any 'light'. This wasn't just your standard issue 'oh I just looked directly in to my LED flashlight' bright light. Yes, I saw a light (I dunno if it was bright tho.). Then something happened, I stopped breathing, my left lung collapsed and my heart stopped. The odd thing is: I have no visual memory of seeing the inside of the chopper, just the sound of the turbine and the EMT talking to me. However I do remember hearing the sounds of a jet turbine and the helicopter rotors slicing the air as they rolled me in to the chopper. Now I don't remember anything about the Fredericksburg hospital. Star Flight (rescue helicopter) picked me up and took me to the Austin Children's Hospital in Austin, TX. The hospital in Fredericksburg stabilized me, but they knew I was in serous condition and needed special care immediately, they called for backup Star Flight. The cop immediately recognized what was going on and gave my father a police escort to the hospital a few blocks down the street. Dad frantically jumped out of the car yelling for help and a hospital. in Fredericksburg a police officer pulled over my dad.

I have no memory of this whatsoever.Īs my father was doing 100Mph down the Main St. According to my father this is when I went in to shock and started throwing up everywhere and eventually passed out barely hanging on with very shallow breathing. This is where things get real fuzzy for me. Seeing the stop sign is the last thing I remember seeing in Fredericksburg. I look out the front window to see us coming to a stop sign at an intersection. With my arms straight out to my side trying to support my entire back (for some reason this seemed to help) and my eyes looking to the sky as I am desperately gasping for air. By this time in the car I was using every ounce of energy in me to breathe. I remember his car bouncing and sliding around the back country roads. Without hesitation my father picked me up, took me to the car and started driving racing me to the hospital. I remember the fear in his face when he looked to my grandfather an asked him how close the Fredericksburg hospital his. I told my dad that we need to go to the ER, I can feel it getting worse. Near the end of the treatment my breathing I had gotten worse. My dad got my nebulizer and immediately started treatment. My dad looked over at me and immediately recognized that I wasn't doing well. My chest was getting tighter and I knew was just minutes from a full-blown asthma attack. About 30 seconds after taking my inhaler I knew something was very wrong. At first I remember thinking to myself: 'no big deal, just another minor attack coming on.' I whipped out my trusty Albuterol inhaler and took 2 puffs.

After dinner I started to notice another one of my asthma attacks coming on. We were finishing up dinner after spending an awesome summer afternoon with my dad and grandfather at my grandfathers ranch outside Fredericksburg, Texas. As a kid visiting the ER once or twice a year for an attack wasn't an uncommon thing for me.Īfter I recovered I got to hear the stories from the heroes that saved my life that night: My dad, the pilots, doctors, nurses, and a cop. When I was 13 (28 now) I had a severe asthma attack that took my life for 3 minutes.īackground: I've had asthma my entire life.

Dreaming of the dead coming back to life