Rather, to say, I was in the process of dying. No, there was not an out of body experience. No, there wasn't a bright light. Before, I was diagnosed with a genetic condition that really started its onset over a year ago, that causese my kidnies to do a lovely job of extcreting the majority of my potasium. Potasium does lovely things for you. It maintains your muscles, innards, and not to mention your ticker. When it gets low enough you can TIA or just flat line. Any rate, I remember it quite well. It was of those rare quiet moments between me and my wife in our home. I was laid out on the bed, the sun was in twilight, a soft glow. The room was ordered on a rare occassion, and I was feeling myself go. I was fading from consciousness and it wasn't a falling asleep thing. I was just beat, and there wearing all my clothes. I knew I was dying. When it happens to you, there is no mistaking it. The world starts to fade, your senses start to fade. I was perfectly at peace, however. I told my wife what was happening. She panicked and did what she thought she should do at that exact moment. She put her hand in the middle of my chest and started to pray. Her hand felt warm, not like a normal warmth of a person, but warm, and energy was comming through it. I came back in a jolt. Kind of like being yanked, a bit like being in car that suddenly slams on its breaks, but in a completely different way. I suddenly for that moment felt normal. I still have to take medication to maintain my levels, but she brought me back, there is no doubt in my mind. Her prayers pulled me back that day. So, I guess to be honest, I was dying, but I didn't die. This is in stark contrast to my Atheist former Jewish German grandomother. She hated all religion and God to the last. She contracted cancer and went to the grave crazy, because she didn't have a hope in anything else. So, to compare and contrast. A Christian dying has no fear. My Atheist grandmother was consumed by fear. Anyone else have a near death experience? That was my second. The first involved a whole lot of bee stings. That was a constant in and out in and out being worked on while they tried to prevent organ failure. That happened my first year of marriage, quite a long time ago. So, that is my compare and contrast from actual first hand experience.