Growing up I have always felt there was more after death, why couldn't there be people who weren't ready to go and decided to stay here with us. Maybe they were in a car accident and don't know they are gone and are going about their daily lives, maybe they were a innocent victim of a crime and felt they needed to stay and look out for their family.

 

Well here are my stories:

 

When I was four years old I fell into an old well on my Aunts farm. The old door and bricks they had piled on top of the well gave way while my cousins and I were playing on top of it. I was just learning how to swim at our town pool, all I could do was dog paddle. So as bricks and other debris is falling all around me, I'm dog paddling and I could see a light at the bottom of the well. Upon closer inspection I noticed that the figure resembled the pictures I'd seen of Jesus in Sunday School. Well as the arms of the figure lifted towards me, I started to dog paddle my butt off.

 

I did make it back to the top enough for my mother to reach in and grab the hood of my jacket...which she had just made me put on again not 15 minutes earlier. If I hadn't had the hat for my mom to grab the top I probably would have drown or I would have a nice size bald spot on the top of my head! They had my mother lowered down into the well holding her feet and she herself was submerged to her waist and streatching and reaching for me. When the ambulance finally got out to the country, I was out of the well and was fine no water in my lungs and not a scratch on me! I still don't understand how I made it out of there without drowning, it was so weird the whole time I was struggling to get to the top where I could see figures looking down in the hole for me felt like forever but they said I was in there for at least 5 minutes and I never ran out of air! I guess my mission here on earth wasn't done yet.

 

Since that day I have always believed that we are all here for a purpose and that it just wasn't my time...God or whatever higher power still had a plan for me here. Then...

 

When I was eight I was ran over by a utility truck for a heating and air conditioning company and only received minor cuts and scrapes...the ER doctors did all kinds of x-rays and scans they were amazed that I survived, much less with really no marks of any kind.

 

In 2009 I started college, and wanted so much to share the news with my grandmother, however we had lost her in 2006. Anyway, Last year I had gone to bed and was awakened when I realized I was having a full coversation with my Grama Jean. We were talking just as plain as you and I would have a talk. Except we were talking about things she couldn't have possibly known. Things that didn't happen to me until after she had passed. She was telling me how proud she was of me for going back to college and how she loved my new house...I had just moved in here in 2008. She never saw this house. So I finally opened my eyes and I was sitting straight up in bed and was looking at my grandma!!! Well of course I started to cry...wishing she could stay with me always. In my heart I know it was my grama coming to tell me that she is still looking out for me and she is very proud of me. That dream was what cemented the facts for me. There is something more after we pass, I don't know why some stay and some don't.

 

Some people have told me that maybe I have some kind of energy that draws those who have passed on to me. I can tell you that as far as I know My grama is the only person who has contacted me. If there have been others I don't recall, or maybe I just wasn't listening well enough.

 

I am excited and proud to be a part of the INPR team and I am looking forward to our next adventure! I truly believe that there is more to death than most would like to let themselves to believe.