I dropped dead (zero pulse or respiration) on the basketball court Thanksgiving weekend of 2018. I remember posting up on the left side of the foul lane, then everything went white. My next memory is awakening in the hospital, five days later (they tell me). I had been kept in an induced coma to prevent brain damage.
Thanks to God’s Grace and quick CPR, plus great medical care I am able to talk about it. I have no memory of seeing anyone or anything for the duration of my unconsciousness.
Me either. I was wounded in Nam. Never saw heaven. And I was and remain a believer in Jesus Christ. So, I just knew if I died, where I would end up, in heaven with Him.