Personal Narrative: A Near Death Experience

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

There is one thing in this world that no one can escape, that everyone fears, and makes people who are close to that person miserable, and that is death. Death is the worst thing that can ever happen to a person, and is just as bad for the people who are close to them. There is an emptiness that comes with the death of a loved one or someone close. That blankness in the world does something to the people who encompass that person who passed. It changes people, whether it is for better or worse. Death is a part of life and depending on how people are affected can dictate whether it will leave a positive or negative change to their life and that conversion happened to me with the death of my mother, Fran.

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

Transitioning from the teen years to adulthood and two near death experiences has allowed me to establish a spiritual relationship with God. The first experience occurred when driving on a country roads with deep curbs don’t remember what happen but my car somehow flipped on one side in a ditch and

The first memory I have of death would be that of my dog, Gucci. At the time, I was six years old. I remember waking up that morning and finding my mother in the backyard holding my dog to her chest, crying, and advising me to say my last goodbyes. I recall my father taking him to his car, informing me that he was going to take him to a better place. I did not really understand what was happening at that time in view of the fact that I thought he was a healthy dog. My mother told me that he was in a lot of pain and that the doctors would put him out of his misery. She explained that he was gone and was not

I constantly feared the worst-case scenario: death. That feeling I had, it was something I wouldn 't wish upon anyone. My heart ached, hoping and praying for the best. Monday, we went to visit her, and she looked awful. She couldn 't even stand. Something in my mind told me she wasn 't going to make it. I tried to fight that feeling, but once we were home, I collapsed on my bead and burst into tears. I couldn 't shake the feeling she was going to die. It was the one time I wished for me to be wrong. Unfortunately, I wasn 't. Tuesday, she ended up passing away while being transported to an emergency animal treatment center.

After several weeks of my Grandmother passing, I came to realize she wasn’t coming back. The feeling of shock had left and now I felt intense amount of emotional suffering. The continuous feeling of pain and unanswered questions lingered about in my mind. I began to wonder how it could have happened and what people could have done differently. At this time, my whole family was grieving over the loss as well.

Approximately three percent of the United States population says that they have had near death experiences, according to the Gallup polls. Near death experiences are often thought of as mystical phenomena, but research is now revealing scientific explanations for virtually all of their common features. Most people who have near death experiences have these three things in common: adrenaline rushes, a change in priorities, and time slowing down.

I had no idea what to think. Plane crashes only happened in TV shows where the characters landed more or less safely on some sort of magical, deserted island. This shocked my simple, easy-going 9-year-old world and was quite frightening for me. I thought that this would just be a strange anomaly, but it was not. A year later, I lost another friend, a boy who could have gone on to be the next Messi, died unexpectedly to a malicious cancer. Two years after that, another childhood friend to a swimming accident. All of these were accidents, horrible tragedies that occurred to young kids just as healthy and normal as I was. Nothing about these boys gave any hint to their tragedies that would cut their lives short, yet in almost the blink of an eye, their lives were. This made the idea of death very real to me. Before them, the only death’s I had really known were that of my great-grandparents. However, in this case, my great-grandparents’ deaths were expected, while those three boys’ were not. While death had become more of a reality to me, it still did not come across as something that could really affect me, but more of just a fear hidden somewhere in the back of my head. Come my 8th grade year in middle school, however, all of this would

A certain event I experienced, helped me to realize that I was taking life for granted. An Apache name for this place would be, Windy Cliff Where Ashes Blow into Crashing Waters. When I was around the age of five, I attended a funeral. This funeral was for my grandma. At that time in my life I had not experienced the loss of someone close to me or anything else related to death. This funeral was held at the Marin Headlands(Windy cliff where ashes blow into crashing waters) at the top of a cliff on the edge of a hiking trail, where we scattered my grandmas ashes into the ocean beneath us. After releasing her remains into the ocean, we had a picnic to memorialize her. Throughout most of the funeral I didn't feel sad, I felt no sign of grief until our family started memorializing her. I began to think of all the nice things she did for me and my sister. She helped teach us how to bake amazing cookies, she taught us how to sew unique quilts, she would also take us to the store to buy us our favorite strawberry candy. When remembering these things I then realized I will never be able to do these activities with her again. I then began to feel sad and I began to grief. This loss in my life was my first experience with death and it helped me to understand the value of human life. This event taught me that death can impact humans greatly, that grieving is natural, and our lives will be remembered

My most significant experience in my life is unforgettable. I was there with my sisters, my mom, and my dad. It was the most horrifying event that I have ever witnessed. The daunting image in my head is still clear as day, as though it happened yesterday. This event did not affect only me, but also my family. The story that I am about to tell you may change the way you see things and it may not. All I can say is, it

I remember for months I would have nightmares about dying, because I couldn’t wrap my head around the thought that one day I wouldn’t be on this earth and that one day I wouldn’t have my mom and dad with me. Eventually I finally understood what my grandma dying meant, and that’s when I started to feel sad about her passing, I just couldn’t believe that the lady I remember reading me bedtime stories, playing with me, and making who I am was no longer around just like that. After many sleepless nights I asked my mom “what happens to us when we die”? Her response was “some people believe that we go to an afterlife where we will live forever, and some believe that when we die we just are dead, but nobody really knows”. I thought about which of those ideas I believed to be true, and even today, I still don’t know which one I believe. After a while I finally realised something about death that I do believe, that even in death, my grandma was living through me in a way. I believed that because she had loved me, cared for me, and taught me somethings in the short time we had together, and in that way, she had left a piece of her own personality in me. So in the end, I came to this conclusion, that even though people die, they’re never truly gone, because they help to shape who the people around them are, and in doing so, they mix in bits and pieces of their personality with that persons, and

I feel like I'm stuck in the middle of an ocean trying to reach the shore except I can't swim and every time I get to treading above water a wave comes and knocks me back under and I can't breathe yet again so I fight. I fight so damn hard but the harder I fight the more exhausted I become and I give up. I welcome death. I wait for the waves to carry me to a peaceful grave. To save me from this battle I am losing. But the worst part is this whole time I've been surrounded by people swimming. All of them telling me I'm just being lazy and maybe if I just tried harder I could swim. No one gives me their hand to pull me above the water. No one tosses me a life raft. Everyone just yells for me to swim but I don't know

In spite of this painful occurrence happening to me at twenty-four years of age, emotions such as shock, anger, and guilt, came into play creating chaos. I rerun her death in my mind, yet unable to completely forget the sadness, similar to a synopsis. These feelings can be frightening and overwhelming; however I have learned how to cope and with the realization that life and death are phenomenal both intertwined. I speculate that

Have you ever had someone that was close to you die? I have had pets that I was close to die, but not someone I saw on weekly bases, until my great grandfather died. Death is something everyone experiences some time in their lifetime and people deal with it in many different ways. In the August of 2016, I was forced to learn how I was going to learn to deal with it.