tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767671.post117271963804039660..comments2024-03-14T05:51:12.959-05:00Comments on Stolen Thunder: The Meaning of DeathDJ Drummondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11583885371076583265noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767671.post-1172814020148579862007-03-01T23:40:00.000-06:002007-03-01T23:40:00.000-06:00Hey DJ,I guess I am another one for the nice littl...Hey DJ,<BR/><BR/>I guess I am another one for the nice little jacket.<BR/><BR/>I almost drowned when I was 7. Long story, but to make it short, I went under the water once, came to the surface, under again, up again, under the 3rd time. Right before my eyes went under the 3rd time, I saw my Uncle jump into the lake with all of his clothes on. I thought "Why is Uncle Bruno swimming with his clothes on?"<BR/><BR/>Everything was peaceful, no pain, no feeling of drowning. I saw a light, brightest I had ever seen, but it didn't hurt my eyes. I was warm, calm. Then I saw a figure with flowing hair and wearing a white robe with a rope sash walking towards me. And this figure stretched out his/her hand to me.<BR/><BR/>I knew who it was and was ready to take the hand when everything just got black. Black for a long time.<BR/><BR/>Then I woke up in bed with my Aunt, Uncle and the Dr. standing around the bed. Seems I was unconscious for about 8 hours.<BR/><BR/>It wasn't my time to go, but I have remembered that feeling of utter clam and peace ever since. I know that when it is my time, I will not be frightened.<BR/><BR/>Please don't be frightned either. It isn't your time yet. (I just know it isn't - don't ask me how I know.)<BR/><BR/>Everything will go well with your operation. So many of us will be praying for you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767671.post-1172804339664566002007-03-01T20:58:00.000-06:002007-03-01T20:58:00.000-06:00Dude, are you OK?Dude, are you OK?Erichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11486910318208004303noreply@blogger.com