name is David G. Dawson and the near-death experience I
have to tell you about concerns my mother who has since
passed on a number of years ago back on November 3, 1980.
this event happened to my mother when I was at the tender
age of 13. What happened is one night my grandmother had
come to stay with us. My grandmother had been staying with
my aunt Edna, but unfortunately she had left her heart medication
at my aunt Edna's house. So my mother had volunteered to
go and get it for my grandmother since no one else was there
who could drive. My dad and uncles had gone out for a drink
earlier that evening and had not returned yet and my grandmother
really needed her medication. So my mother had left to go
to returning home, my mother was involved in an almost fatal
one car accident. The accident was the result of my mother
having a heart attack while driving home. She blacked out
and the car she was driving veered off the road and struck
a steel utility pole. The damage to the car was total. The
front end was crushed in so badly that the engine was in
the front seat with my mother.
As a result
of the collision force on my mother's frail body, she had
broken every rib in her chest and crushed her sternum. This
is where the steering column had hit her. The sac surrounding
her heart had also been torn in the wreck.
recovering from her injuries resulting from the accident
and returning home, my mother sat all of us down (seven
children in all and my dad) around the dinning room table
and told us of her experience immediately following the
accident. All she knew was that she was driving down Eastern
Ave in Cincinnati, Ohio (the town we lived in at that time),
when suddenly she had a terrible pain in her chest. The
next thing she recalled was seeing a bright light and knowing
somehow that it was Jesus. He was communicating with her.
"What was going on?"
was, "You can come home now."
In her confusion
she asked, "What do you mean? I am on my way home. That's
where my children are."
her, "No. You were injured and you are between life and
her to turn around, and when she did, she saw herself being
pulled out of the wreckage. Then the paramedics began working
on her. It was at this point my mother explained that she
began to understand. She had been given a choice - life
here on Earth or in the hereafter.
her concerns for us, her children, and prayed that she be
granted more time - time enough to see her children grown
were answered in the blink of an eye.
thing my mother remembered was waking up two weeks later
in the I.C.U. ward at Cincinnati General Hospital. Her attending
physician, Dr. Sabian, was immediately notified as was my
Dad. When my mother's doctor told her what had happened
to her, she was amazed that she was alive. Dr. Sabian told
her it was nothing short of a miracle she survived. He told
her that after doing all they could do, the medical team
decided all they could do further was to just try and make
my mother as comfortable as possible. No one believed at
that point she would survive her injuries.
told my mother that, from the time she came into the emergency
room, that fateful night, to the time she finally left the
hospital 2 1/2 months later, she had been in God's hands
because nothing the medical team had done could have saved
her due to the severity of the injuries incurred in her
accident. That and her previous medical condition should
have proven to be fatal.
my mother suffered form congestive heart failure due to
damage to her heart as a result of rheumatic fever in her
So one may
ask, "Do I believe in God and an afterlife?"
is a resounding, "YOU BET I DO." And I believe she is now
with my God and Savior in heaven.
was given the gift of life even though there was much suffering
in it. I know she treasured every moment of it. She was
able to raise eight children to adulthood ( 6 boys and 2
girls). Four of her sons served in the armed forces during
the Vietnam War, myself included. I was in the 101st Airborne
Div. HQ. HQ. Company 1st Bat. of the 506th infantry.
my unit shipped out to Vietnam, I was transferred to the
Third Army's 387th Transportation Bat at Fort Campbell Ky.
I was transferred 1 1/2 months later to the US. ARMY Surgical
Hosp. at Ft. Campbell. You see, I was a Medical Specialist
Abn. This unit is where I served out the rest of my term
of service during the Vietnam War.
So you may
ask, "Do I believe in miracles? YOU BET!!!"
& the Afterlife