Bob, thank you so much for your story. Indy I hope this gives you inspiration.
I am interested in where the angels took you if you are willing to share. At 52 I had a CABG x 41 stent last October and 2 stents this February. I was leading a healthy life eating and exercising. In July of this year I had conversations with what I refer to as my guardian angels. They told me very clearly that I was going to die. I was at 100% peace during and after these conversations. I heard my mother fuss at me when laying in bed on morning when she called my name with the tone that very clearly said you are not paying attention. Mom passed away in January of this year.
So during the next at least 3 conversations I started talking and asking questions with no response. I did ask not to die during a weekend trip with the family in late July. The week after The family trip I had 2 conversations which during the first I asked did I really have to die. During the second I said if I had my druthers I'd rather not die and live to watch my children and grandkids grow older.
Two days later I was supposed to go to my cardiac rehab at 11:00 am on Monday august 3. I was depressed and did not want to go. First my wife very supportive wife gave me the look. We've been married 38 years. I missed my 11:00 workout and decided to see if I could make the afternoon workout. When I called no one answered and so I figured I'd go Wednesday and Friday. About noon, my daughter asked me to see if I could help that Wednesday with her 3 sons. I did not want to miss 2 days of workout during the week so I called rehab again. I got in at the 2:15 workout.
At 2:36 I had a cardiac arrest where my lower heart was beating at 230 bpm. I passed out and died, my pulse went to zero according to the nurses. The nurses at the rehab responded with a smart defibrillator and I was brought back to life. While at the ER I started to believe that I had survived and the nurses Drs kept saying that I was not acting normal. I was sitting there smiling the whole time. The next day I was alone in the room do to COVID-19 restrictions and more than once said out loud "ok was that it? Do I get to live? I really think I deserve a clear message after all the conversations". All this said with a smile and hope.
After I woke up from the surgery to install my pacemaker and defibrillator on august 5, I was wide awake and knew that my guardian angels were in the room telling me that yes I get to live. The nurses and Drs were concerned that I was not acting normal. I was saying thank you a thousand times to the six angels I could feel in the room. It was such a pure 100% peaceful feeling I wish everyone in the world would experience it.
There is more smaller detail to the story. I just know that if I was not at cardiac rehab at 2:36 on august 3rd, I would not be alive today. With the angel conversations and my mom's help I survived. I felt the pure 100% peace while in the recovery room on august 5 with six angels in the room. Whether it is angels, the Holy Spirit, the Universe or whatever, it is very real.
I experienced two more CA arrests in august and was saved by personal defibrillator. With all the daily pains aches and fears along with PTSD and depression, I am eternally grateful to be alive and experiencing life. It doesn't mean that every day is happy, I just try to have more happy days than worry days.
I have told my story to family and friends and several ask why me. I have not been to church services in years and believe in science. As a scientist, I have had many discussions with family and friends about what is real about after death. I have always believed that both science and what you and I and others experienced is real. Now I know it is real. I am no longer afraid of dying, I just think it would be unfair to not get the next 5 to 30 years of life.
My last thoughts are that I do not believe it matters if you are Christian, Jewish, Islamic, Hindu, Spiritual or other religious beliefs. All paths lead to heaven. Please do not respond to this comment if you want to defend a single religion or belief. You do need to be "good", whatever that means.
Finally, if you want to share your experience in detail please tell me your story. If privately, my phone number is 512-954-7113. Leave a message as I do not answer unknown calls. Or my email is rwaclawczyk@austin.rr.com.
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Randy Waclawczyk
Round Rock TX
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Original Message:
Sent: 11-02-2020 04:28
From: Bob Eckenrod
Subject: Obsessing on time left before death
So, June 8, 2019 - I had a perfectly timed Pulseless Electrical Activity event. As a Sales Rep at 55, I've sold technology for 24 years and with now with my 3rd company I cover the nation, so I could have been anywhere at the time. Circumstances happened that I was home, beautiful Saturday, got out of the pool and that's the last thing I remember. 7 days later I woke up from a coma. I was told I had gone 50 minutes with no heart beat. Now, I did tell my wife I didn't feel well, she said my color was very white/grayish, and that I was sweating so terribly and complaining of both shoulders hurt so she drove me to the ER. I have no memory of that. So, I was there when it happened. After breaking 5 ribs, damaging my vocal cords, puncturing a lung, cracking my sternum, draining 2 liters of blood out of my lungs, AND 50 minutes, through tears, the doctor informed my wife that he didn't save me, and I quote "I didn't do that, he was gone" but obviously I kept fighting. As a Former 101st Airborne Division soldier, she repiled, "he's tough". After warning my family about brain damage they bought me out of the coma. I woke up to a best friend who never left my side and my wife. I didn't recognize my friend, he was crying, left the room, left the hospital and went home. He thought the worse. If he'd given me a minute, the doctor asked me if I knew my wife and asked me her name. I replied, yes and Kelly. So, fast forward a few minutes. I asked my wife where the angel went. I told her the angel held my hand and I was never alone and never afraid and that it seemed like Just seconds ago she left me. I told her angels are real and that God loves us. I won't get into the 3 places she took me. I know 50 minutes is hard to get your mind around. I've had 2 people out of 100s not believe me. With the life I've lived I found it interesting that I had no memory of anything here in this dimension. No wife of 27 years, no memories of my daughter playing college basketball, my son in the 3 sports he played, no mom/dad, friends, family, in-laws, no missions, nothing about the 2 Olympics I covered - nothing except this angel. I struggle to this day and have cried for hours trying to deny the event. I can't. Don't you deny 1 precious day of your life. Live it - no regret. Get right with those you need and want to. Spend some time in prayer and the answer will come. Money, quotas, politics don't even register in my Top 10 anymore. I was never a nonbeliever but certainly lukewarm. Now I just want to live here with and for important things like family friends and make great memories of the time I have left because all I'm really sure of is that angels are real and Jesus loves us. Sometimes dying is easy. It can come on a beautiful Summer afternoon. They'll be no memory of early fall mornings fishing in the mist. She's waiting, you have to take her hand. The perfect message sent by the perfect messenger.
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Bob Eckenrod
Sales Executive
McMinnville TN
Original Message:
Sent: 10-31-2020 07:04
From: Indy Coder
Subject: Obsessing on time left before death
I just joined this forum to reach out and see if anyone else is feeling what I'm feeling and may be able to help. I had my chest cut open 15 months ago, triple bypass. By all accounts, I've healed well. My last visit with my cardiologist was just before the pandemic hit and he told me I was doing just fine, have no activity restrictions, and should just keep on keeping on. But I'm 59 and I can't stop obsessing about how much time I have left on Earth.
I'm married with a wife who depends on me and the most adorable little dog in the world. They make me want to stick around, but I'm also fixated on how they'll get by when I'm gone. I feel like, if there are about 10 years after open heart surgery, I've used up 15% of my time left and all I have to show for it is doing some more exercise. I feel like I'm in some sort of race against my future mortality and every night when I can't get to sleep or every time I get a stomach ache or heartburn, I feel like I'm betraying my family.
Obviously, I can't go out and do exciting out there, before time stuff, so we're mostly stuck at home. I do work from home, but took an almost 50% pay cut after the heart surgery. We honestly don't know if that's because the company has less business or they're assigning less work to me, but either way, that drop in income makes me feel even worse because it's that much harder to find a way to guarantee my family's okay with out me.
I feel like I should just go ahead day-by-day and just live my days. But I can't help look to the future and see that gas gauge of life left drop little by little every hour of every day. I know this "ain't right" but I feel it anyway. And no, I don't have a therapist. Can't get one that will add new patients and do virtual, so I'm just searching for help forums at 4am to try to understand how to face this.
So, how do you deal with the fact that you're mortal? Do you have the same sort of obsessions I do? Are my concerns over the ever-dwindling time here wacky or strategic? I don't know. I'd love some wisdom.
Thanks for letting me in and letting me vent.
--Indy