Yes There is Life After Death. I've Been There and Back Again

by Marjorie Sharpe
(Vancouver, Canada)

I'll try to make it as short as I can, but this story is two in one.


When I was 15 years old, I came down with appendicitis and could not get to the hospital until my dad came home from work. We didn't have a phone. We lived on a farm many miles back in the hills with the nearest farm from us being ten miles away. Our neighbors didn't have a phone either. All night my mom stayed beside me and put cold towels all over me to try to keep my fever down. My dad got home at 7 A.M. He didn't know I was sick until he got home. Dad picked me up and put me in the car, and we left right away.

When we got to the hospital I had a fever of 104 and they didn't know what was wrong.
But when the doctor put his hand on my left side and pushed in a little bit, it made me cry in pain. Right away the doctor went to the phone and ordered the nurses to get ready. He was coming up with a 15-year old girl with appendicitis and he thinks it has just burst. I had a very high fever of 105.

On the way up, I passed out and just after this, my heart stopped the first of two times. After they got my heart started again, I went under the knife, and the doctor barely got my appendix out when it burst, but he was worried that an infection would spread throughout my abdomen. Then the doctor stitched me up and put large bandages over the stitches. He ordered what medication I was to take three times a day until I was better, and I was not to get out of my bed for 24 hours.

At four p.m. the next day, a nurse would not listen when I tried to tell her I was to stay in bed for 24 hours and I still had 12 hours to go. Instead, she made me walk to the washroom anyways. I had to get back in the bed by myself and it hurt really badly. (I'm sorry about this story being so long. You'll understand later why I feel the whole story needs to be told.)

Later that night after the night staff put us all to bed - shortly after 2 A.M., the nurse came into the room to do her rounds and I woke up feeling very hot and wet. I put my hand down on the bandage. It was very wet, I thought, until I took my hand out from under the sheets and there was blood all over my hands. I called the nurse over to my bed and said, "Look at my hands! Blood is all over me!"

She pulled the sheets back, then pulled the bandage off very fast and pushed a red button on the wall. Then I heard, "Code red!"

I don't know what happened next because I had passed out. All at once I was sitting on the big light above my bed watching them work on me. Then, the doctor started trying to get my heart working. The next thing I know, I'm flying through a tunnel of bright lights. I came out in a field full of flowers and this man who looked like Jesus walked up to me and said I had to go back because I had things I had yet to do.

Next thing I know, pain hit me so bad in my chest and I was back in my bed, asking for water, but passed out again. Many hours later, I woke up and asked if I could have something to eat and drink.

About three weeks later I went home that very first night and saw a lady ghost and her two kids walking down the stairs. She had come out of the hall drawers where mom had all the towels and sheets. At the bottom of the stairs she saw me watching her. She said something to the kids and they started walking up the stairs. At the top they were gone.

I ran into grandpa's room to wake him, but he was already up. He told me to go to my bedroom and he would be right in. That's when he told me about the fire burning down the house, killing a lady and her two kids. From then on, I would hear them walking up and down the stairs all the time.

Sometimes when I came home from school I would find toys all over my bedroom floor. I would talk to them like they were right in the room with me. When I came back to my room, I'd find one little flower on my pillow as if they were saying, "Sorry." They never hurt me or anyone in my family. After awhile they didn't come back. I prayed for them and told them to walk into the light. Their families were waiting for them and I said I would pray on Sunday for them from now on.

I never saw them or heard them again. Sometimes I'd find a flower on my pillow. Both mom and dad said they didn't put it there. Maybe the kid came back and left the flower because I said a prayer for them. At least that's where I hope it came from.

Bye for now.