Y - Thank-you... to plank n everyone here. I do consider it an Anniversary; I drowned - IMO I died - was under water over 10 minutes and sucked so much sand in my lungs they told my parents I had a 15% of staying alive. I Should have received brain-damage; that's still disputable huh SS, lol.

I did see a light... My near-death experience:

I knew what had happened right when I hit my head on the bottom of the lake; I felt a deep numbing-shock surge thru my body and I couldn't move anything below my head. I'd ran out into the water till it was up to my waist then dove out like I'd done a hundred times before, like you see people doing on TV all the time - to this day I cringe when I see people do it.

It was the a sunny Sunday morning before labor-day in 1980 - There was no-one at the beach that morning at around 10am hardly, except the two chicks I was with, they were still up on beach prepping everything since we'd just arrived. After the initial shock I could tell my body was naturally floating back to the surface I tried to shake my head so they might notice something was wrong - but then I sensed my body sinking back down to the bottom... The Only thought I had was what my dear Dad told me once when growing up; see we lived out n country and I always loved to watch Borris-carloff/Lonchany Werewolf movies 'lukarru' and they'd give me nightmares after growing up lil more... I still don't watch them to this day.

I always walked to neighbors down a long narrow road full of trees with spooky overhanging limbs; A lota times I would come home late and be scared of 'things-that-go-growl-n-the night;' I'd actually come in crying nights after running home; Dad sat me down on night and said, ''Timmy if there's anything out there that's going to hurt/kill you then it's just 'Your Time to Go.'' That what I said to myself - my last thought, ''It's my time to go.''

I wasn't scared, drowning actually isn't that bad... I was in probably 4-5 foot of water, don't ask me how, I attribute it to me somehow maybe facing up and seeing daylight thru the dingy Kentucky lake water but my mind/eyes my vision was not dark like when you close your eyes; probably because my eyes were open, but I was seeing light, not bright light but light. Then it started - from way out in my visual field straight ahead these little black balls/orbs started shooting back into my mind, slow n few far between at first, then faster-n-faster they started coming at me accumulating in my mind slowly filling it. I noticed the more/faster they came the darker my mind became - they grew larger also, till finally my mind was completely/totally black-n-dark as they were, blank... I was at peace, total peace at this point; no thoughts just like being asleep.

Then all the sudden just the opposite started to happen - from way way out these little bright-beautiful white spheres started shooting back into my mind - I wanted to dodge-em they were so bright - they actually made a sound as the came at me, a electric-swishing almost a buzz; they were causing my mind to become filled with a magnificent light they were so bright; I distinctly remember being happy-and-amazed; I was wanting it to finish, to see/feel its finality while it was happening.

But then I felt a jerk and a voice, no not God, but an EMT, saying son wake-up - he's coming to.... I often wonder where I'd been if left there to see the end result, if I hadn't been rescued. They said I was unconscious for almost an hour. Actually I'm happy I didn't finish the process because I was seventeen, a partier and past the age of adolescence knowing right-from-wrong and was living in/for the carnal - I wasn't saved by the Grace of Christ then.

The orbs coulda been synapse shutting down and going haywire, but there sure was a bright light coming my way.

To this day I don't know who pulled me outa the lake and saved my life.
But I do know there was an Angel beside/with them and me -

God Bless

tim e...