Posted on 11/09/2019 7:21:00 AM PST by daniel1212
What is the craziest unexplained event you have witnessed? Jennifer Scholl, MSW from The Ohio State University (2018) First, let me say that I am and remain a huge sceptic, even after this happened. I’ve thought of every possible explanation and I still have no idea how this happened. Whether you choose to believe me or not, I have no reason to make this up and like I said, I’m skeptical every time I hear a story like this. But nonetheless, here is the completely unexplainable event I witnessed:
In 1999, my mother was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor and was put on multiple drugs, including prednisone. She was having seizures and her over all mental and physical functioning were being severely impacted by the tumor. Her doctor very stupidly failed to mention that the high dose of prednisone he’d put her on causes potassium to leech out of the body, so she went into hypokalemia. Her heart stopped and the jolt when she hit the floor was hard enough to cause it to restart, enabling her to call 911. I was asleep at the time in the house and woke up to my brother telling me that police and paramedics were downstairs working on her.
We kept an eye on the situation that night because it was looking catastrophic, as they had to keep going back in to resuscitate her. Eventually we went home (they kicked us out basically) and just hoped she’d make it through the night while they pumped her full of potassium and other drugs through her IV. The next morning, we hadn’t heard a word and assumed she was doing fine. I got up and came in to see her and was relieved to find her awake and alert. She was also very loopy and positively euphoric. The first thing she told me was that she’d left her body the night before, and found herself walking with Jesus on a beach. She was so ecstatic, talking about this amazing experience she’d had, that Jesus had told her it wasn’t her time yet and that she still had many years yet to live.
My response was… let’s just say there was a lot smiling, nodding, placating “oh wow that sounds amazing, Mom”-type responses from me. I was secretly thinking that whatever drugs they’d given her must have been… uh… the “good stuff” if you know what I mean! So after maybe 15 or 20 minutes of this, her nurse came in to check her over, and so this woman also got to hear the story, and like me was clearly very amused and just going along with it.
When the nurse pulled back the sheets to look at my mother’s feet and ankles, I heard the nurse gasp and freeze, like she had no idea what to do. I looked over and saw what had her so shocked, and needless to say, I did the same. My mother’s legs were covered in sand, almost up to her knees. Like she’d been walking on a windy beach and the sand had gradually got stuck to her legs as she walked in the surf. The nurse peeled her socks off (which were the socks issued by the hospital and put on her feet the night before), and found that her feet were also covered in sand, and it was even between her toes. She ran out to get other staff in, and before we knew it, there was a parade of doctors, nurses and patient aides coming through the room to look at my mom’s sand-covered feet. I could hear people in the hallway debating how a woman in Ohio, nowhere near any sand at all, whose heart had stopped several times in the night and who had sensors on her body to detect if she got out of bed, was able to walk through sand, despite the fact that she hadn’t been covered in any when she got there. If she had been covered in sand, they would have noticed and cleaned her off when they dressed her and put the socks on her feet. No one was ever able to come up with a logical explanation, it’s not like they were keeping sand traps in the hallway! And we certainly weren’t keeping big sand pits, or any sand period, at home. They later gave her the socks in a baggie, still covered in sand.
In the end, my mother did survive the brain tumor, despite being told she had 6 months at most. She found what was at the time a new, experimental treatment, called stereotactic radiosurgery and underwent the procedure as only the 6th patient to ever have it done, and in the end it saved her life. She had more than 15 happy years with us before dying of breast cancer almost 4 years ago, and always kept those socks as a reminder of the time she walked with Jesus. So whether you believe it or not, that is the strangest, most unexplainable event I’ve ever witnessed in my life.
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Amazing. Who ever heard of such a thing as a vanishing hitchhiker?
Alien abduction.
We were at a prayer service for healing a teen-ager at church. He had terminal cancer and came up to the front, frail and bald and leaning on the arm of his grandfather. It has a tremendous service.
As everyone was leaving, Hubs and I noticed two very clean cut young men standing at the back of the church.
I can’t emphasize how perfect they looked, in suits and ties ... at steaming hot evening church service in the Midwest. Somehow they didn’t look real.
They didn’t interact with anyone but when Hubs and I were both trying to “place” them, they nodded politely but didn’t say a word. I had a crazy thought that maybe they were angels.
In the car afterward Hubs said, “Did you see those two guys? I wonder if they were angels - the boy’s angel and the angel of our church.”
The church had prayed for perfect healing for the boy and that God’s will be done. He passed away a couple of weeks later.
Sunscreen. Hat. Sunglasses.
Later.
UFOs 1999 Annandale NJ......circling the sky....there were 8 of us watching....my neighbors son couldn’t sleep for a week......
The a##clown got the Nobel peace prize for nothing before the start of his first term....................and in 8 years still nothing
In 2012, I had planned quadruple bypass open heart surgery and a valve repair at the nearby VA hospital. But what happened 2 days after surgery was not planned.
Lying in bed in the SICU, with my wife at the end of the bed on a visit, the techs rolled me over in bed to do an X-ray and I threw a pulmonary embolus and stopped breathing. Then my heart flatlined. I was dead unless something happened quickly.
The only cardio-surgeon left in the hospital at the time had to bust open my recently closed chest and hand-massage my heart to beating again. After almost 8 minutes, my heart started beating on its own again. But they couldn't close my chest back up because the SICU was not a sterile environment and they were afraid of infection.
So the next day, they wheeled me back into the operating room to hook me up to the equipment to make sure everything was still working okay, then wired my breast bone back together for the second time in three days but left the chest wound and cavity open.
I had an open chest wound for two months and it was closed little by little with a wound vacuum dressing. I had two blood transfusions and spent 5 weeks in the hospital instead of the standard 5 days after the open heart surgery.
I eventually went home and slowly got better and stronger. 3 years later I was pretty much back to full strength after a lot of rehab and exercising.
On a followup visit to the hospital one day, in a chance encounter in the hallway, I ran into the surgeon who saved my life that day three years earlier by hand-massaging my heart back to normal sinus rhythm. He actually remembered me and took 5 minutes or so to talk and ask how I was doing.
He told me that in his 40 plus years as a cardio-surgeon, he had to crack open the chest and hand massage the patient's heart on several occasions because of life or death situations like my own.
But what he told me next, floored me. He said that of the few times he had done it over the years, that I was the very first patient who had survived and recovered. It was inexplicable as to shy I survived and the others didn't, he said. He called it a miracle.
Tears welled up in my eyes and I cried right there in the hallway, hugging this man who had literally saved my life in the face of what he knew was a high risk technique that had little chance of success. I will never forget that moment.
To this day almost 8 years later, when I think about it, and as I write these comments, I get tears in my eyes because of the miracle of God and the skills of this surgeon and his medical team who had saved my life.
For the grace of God and this surgeon's efforts, I am as heathy as ever and back working on my cattle farm daily and enjoying our two year old grand daughter who we have recently adapted.
That's my story and I am sticking to it.
The devil has his proxy servants. Worse it yet to come. The day will come when this one will seem conservative in comparison. Seek the Lord while He may be found, and work while it is still day.
To her credit , she always offered to get us out of debt, not into it.
Yikes! Sounds like something I would do. No wonder I missed it.
Technically not necessarily contrary to know laws, but certainly the grace of God.
Big Mike being hailed around the globe as a fashion icon.
Well it’s worth what we paid for it
What he was telling me was that there is no guarantee doing what he did to me, hand-massaging my heart back to normal sinus rhythm, was going to work even if it was tried. And it hadn't worked the few times he had done it before. I was the first for him to pull through. But in life and death situations you do what you can do to change the inevitable outcome. Living versus dying.
But as a doctor, he said he had a professional responsibility to try and save any patient's life no matter what the risk. But not all survive even with the effort to save them.
In his career and practice, he said it was a miracle I survived and wasn't a vegetable afterwards because of lack of oxygen to the brain during the procedure.
indeed
Oops?
Sometimes the clean-cut young men are Mormon Elders.
Perhaps you just missed their badges.
Google "The Finders" "FBI"
Then you will truly see how low some will go to sacrifice their children.
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