Have you or someone you know ever had a near death experience?

In June of 2008, I had a placental abruption that caused my full term daughter to be stillborn. My doctor let this condition worsen and worsen - finally agreeing to send me to a specialist after my requesting it many, many times. On the way to the specialist, the abruption URL1 make a long story short, I had internal bleeding that wouldn't stop.

I had nearly 30 IVs and was in labor for 3 days. A combination of physical exhaustion to the point of losing consciousness, a breeched baby that could not help her way out, and my pelvic floor just wouldn't stretch enough. Epidurals wouldn't work - I had more than one - but it turns out the doctors didn't expect me to survive so they weren't really concerned with overdosing me at that point.

It was pretty rough. My family was called in and told to say their final good-byes.At one point, they were even told that they might want to think about making some arrangements as there was little doubt I'd not survive. I was losing more blood than the nurses could pump in - they were squeezing the bags to get it in faster and it was still bleeding out.

Once I could simply not push anymore because I was passing out, the specialist rushed me into O.R.Mind you, they could not do a c-section because they didn't want to let me lose any more blood. And so the horrible procedure of a D&E had to be done. **If anyone works in the medical field, do be careful what is said when you think a patient is unable to hear.

Some people do hear - I did. I knew that I could not see my baby afterwards because of the procedure. Other than the actual loss, this was the most devastating part of our tragedy.

I could hear the nurses literally crying. I could hear one doctor yelling at another one. I heard most everything that went on.

So do be careful when possible. ** During all of this, I technically died several times. I had what I think was a hallucination of sorts.

I thought I was floating in the air and my breathing was this light blue pillow. I would float up above it and be well out of reach of it and then back down to it where I felt I could either grab it and hold it (allowing me to breathe) or I could just leave it be. Sometimes I would grab it and hold onto it for a little while.

Other times I just couldn't be bothered.It was just easier - better to simply leave the breathing behind and just be. Sounds crazy, I know. I was certainly someone closer to death than most people ever get without crossing over...wherever over is.

The nurses and doctors said to me later that they honestly never expected me to recover...it was almost a shock to them. Still, there was no bright lights, no tunnels, no angels came to make the journey with me -- nothing except a sense of absolute peacefulness. When trying to compare it to something I always remember being a child during the summer and playing from sun up until late into the night.

Finally, barely able to hold my head up I'd go to bed...sinking deep into the softness and warmth of the bed....*sighs*. Complete and total peacefulness - no chaos, no fear, no worrying and in that moment not even sadness (granted later I thought I'd have a nervous break down from the loss) - calmness, warmth and peace. I answered another question that pertained to death with this story.

Sorry if you've had to read it twice!

My father shared with me his near death experience. I took care of him when he was diagnosed with liver cirrhosis. And one time he vomited blood so we brought him to the hospital.

The doctor said that he need to be transferred to the ICU so that his vital signs will be monitored every hour. Before he was transferred in the ICU I was giving him a tepid sponge bath because he is having a fever. At the same time I kept on talking to him telling him that we love him very much and that he should get well soon because he will be receiving his much-awaited pension which is due that same year.

He is lethargic and he kept on saying different things and we cannot wake him up. Apparently he is in near coma.. He stayed for two days in the ICU and on the third day he was fully conscious. He told me that he was moving very fast, like a tunnel sucking him up and it is very bright.

There were lots of lights and it was also very cold. And he heard my voice telling him to get well soon and he thought of praying. He prayed very hard like he never prayed before.

He asked God to extend his life. After a few moments, he stopped moving and he saw glimmer at the side like a post and he tried to grab it. Slowly he was able to grab it and it turned out to be the side rail of his bed at the ICU.

He called the nurse by my name since he thought it was me walking around the room and asked for a glass of water for he said he was very thirsty.

Yes, I nearly drowned in a lake when I was 3.

I have when I went into the hospital for an operation they told me I died more than once.

My father told me that when he was a kid he had somehow considered dead. He was very ill and he stopped breathing. All of his household, including his parents, thought he had died and was ready to bury him, except his grandmother.

S grandmother used a traditional oil and massaged it. He breathed again after a while and was healed. My friend told me that when she got ill at a hospital, she felt she floated then when she looked back, she saw her body on the bed.

Then an angel came to her and told her that it was not her time then she felt like she sank back to her body and awoke later. She was not a dramatic or attention seeking person at all.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.