And Quix, years back I did know a man who "came back" --- his name was John Hartsil. He said he was in the hospital for a stroke and the last thing he remembers hearing was a nurse telling another nurse something like, "Oh, 2.5 mg? OMG, I just gave him 25 mg." (He thinks it was a medication error.)
Next thing he knew, he was up near the fluorescent ceiling lights, looked down and "saw" his body lying in the hospital bed; and then he was in that famous long dark tunnel, cold, no sound, no light, but traveling; and then he saw a 'being of light,' and felt he was being 'examined' by someone's eyes (though he couldn't see the face of the being).
He was told he was going back to earth, which he said made him feel somewhat crestfallen. And then he was back in the body, with the nurses saying "I think he's gone"--- someone was raising his eyelids with their thumbs, and he brushed her hand away and said "Cut that out, honey. I'm back."
At the time I knew him, he was still somewhat mobility-disabled (from the stroke) but volunteered to help the nuns at St. Benedict's Daycare. Mainly it was just a matter of sitting at the picnic table and holding little kids on his lap. Smiling.
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In 1946, my then-infant mother fell out of my late grandmother’s arms while the two of them were being driven into town by my late grandfather in a buckboard. My mom’s little body hit the dirt road, rolled under the buckboard, and was run over. My late grandmother jumped from the still-moving wagon, dashed to my mom’s lifeless, blue body, and begged God for a miracle. As she prayed, my mother coughed and began to breathe again.
God sometimes allows innocent children to die, for reasons we cannot know. Other times He restores dead children to life. Again, the reason is beyond our ken.
True story.
Beautiful. What a precious case.
Thanks.