Near-Death Experiences — Witnesses Describe the Afterlife

I Guess It Wasn’t My Time

In January of 2019, my wife, Norine, and I heard that a friend of ours had died upon suffering a stroke. However, from what we understand, it wasn’t the stroke that killed her — it was the fall. She seriously injured her head, and that was it. This reminded me of an event that occurred in my teens, and I mentioned it again to Norine. One sunny day, at about age 17, a friend drove me to school. He parked the car on a side street and we continued on foot. We walked side-by-side with me on the outside, and it seemed much like any other day. As we walked, oblivious to what was about to occur, in an instant, I was slammed to the pavement. I had been hit from behind by a car driven by another student, and now I was lying on the road with my face on the asphalt. It might sound potentially quite serious, but I don’t remember feeling anything or even finding a scratch anywhere on my body.

It has always seemed remarkable to me that I was virtually uninjured. I had a slightly sore leg for a couple of days, but even that was barely noticeable. One might expect I could have easily smashed my head on the road or, at least, sustained a few scratches. If I had been just an inch or two more into the path of the car, it might have run right over me. I said to Norine, “I guess it wasn’t my time.”

Then, I reminded Norine of another incident from my teens. At around the same age (17), I was in Miami, Florida staying at a seaside hotel with my parents. One night after dark, I decided to take a swim in the outdoor pool. The area was well lit, but at that particular time, there was no one else around. Completely unsuspecting, I jumped in and immediately smashed my head on the bottom of the pool. Man, did that hurt? Fortunately, I remained conscious and managed to climb out to safety. I didn’t tell anyone about it because I felt like an idiot for diving into the shallow end. What was I thinking?

I’m reluctant to ascribe any special meaning to these close calls. That said, I think everyone would agree the swimming pool incident is not exactly the kind of story one hears every day. How many times a week do you hear about someone banging his head on the bottom of a swimming pool? This is a crucial point as you will soon see. I concluded the conversation with Norine by repeating, “I guess it wasn’t my time.”

Following the conversation, I opened my iPad to the Kindle book I had been reading and resumed where I had left off. I immediately found myself reading about a man who jumped into a pool and banged his head on the bottom. Needless to say, I was stunned. This man, however, was not so fortunate. After a near-death experience, he was pulled out of the pool and resuscitated, but ended up a quadriplegic.

It seems to me, the discussion of my rare type of accident immediately followed by a virtually identical story was a classic synchronistic occurrence: a highly unlikely coincidence filled with meaning. It hit me just like the incident regarding my grandfather. (See the link in the column on the right.) Was someone on the other side reminding me that my life is under their control and confirming that, no, it was not my time when I was involved in the accidents mentioned above? Many near-death experiencers say there are no coincidences — everything is meticulously orchestrated. That, evidently, is how complex the mind of the Creator of the universe is — far beyond anything humans can comprehend.