This Weeks Story
May 12 , 2003

"I See You"
Monitors only show
the physical signs,
But beyond the physical,
is the metaphysical

A Ghost Story from
Julie

I See You
from Julie
Hailing From: South Carolina
Where it Happened: East Brunswick, New Jersey

I spent two months in ICU. On February 11, 2000 I arrived at the hospital for surgery. I had a laproscopic proceedure done, was taken to recovery, and then to the floor I was to be on until I left the hospital. Later that afternoon I began vomitting blood. I was bleeding internally. Bleeding to death, and I felt myself slipping away.

An emergency surgery was performed. I went to ICU where I was in a coma on life support for a number of days. After coming out of the coma, I was so swollen I could not move, there were just too many toxins in my system from the blood. I had abdominal surgery and was given blood over the next week, platletts, and I was still bleeding.

With all the transfusions and surgery, my body just couldn't take anymore, and I went into respitory arrest.

I remember lying there, not being able to breath, and all around me were scurrying nurses and doctor trying to help me. Then in an instant, I felt frozen, colder than I have ever been, maybe for a second. Then I felt this overwhelming feeling of contentment, pure warmth, something really impossible to put into words. I watched as they worked on my body. Hearing everything that was said. I felt others with me, although I could not see them. Suddenly, I was yanked back into my body.

Now here comes the strange part. When I returned I wasn't alone. Keep in mind no one thought I would survive. Once I awoke, I had a wire going into my neck (artery) to my heart. A way to shock me if I went into cardiac arrest again. (which had happened after the respitory arrest) I looked to my right and between me and my heart monitor was a man. He stood there looking forward, never turning to look at me. When my heart would begin racing, I would look at him and it would immediately slow down. I also saw a girl in my room. She sat on the window sill in pink feety PJ's with long blonde hair in loose pig tails. She stared at me and never looked away. They stayed with me until I left that room. I made what was considered a maraculous healing. I was out of intensive care and home within two weeks from this event. While the nurses wouldn't enter my room, others did come in and told me I was blessed.

No one mentioned the man near the monitor or the little girl in pink PJ's becuase I believe they couldn't see them.

Thank you for the opportunity to tell this, as I don't really share it that much, because most people can't or won't understand.

 

Thanks for the story, Julie. Much appreciated. I'll guess who the man at the monitor was, he was "faith, hope and strength." But I wonder the significance for "pink" and "PJ's" -- with feet in them even. Maybe it meant you would be back "in the pink" -- "feeling younger again" and "back on your feet."

Who knows? This life, it's a mystery sometimes. Whatever it was, you must have been meant to do something to help others. At least that's what I believe in. And that's why you're still here even though you were gone for an instant (was it really an instant?) and surrounded by others who must have helped you get back. And this good thing (or things) you're supposed to do, maybe you've done them by now, maybe you haven't. Whatever it is, do something good, help someone, make the world a better place, make someone else's day a better day. Sounds a little sappy I guess, but it's kind of like that old movie, "It's a Wonderful Life." And I'm sure it is a good feeling to know you can make a difference.