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Do I believe in God? talk about asking the Million Dollar question. Yes, maybe, don’t know, but I do know that miracles happen, which is what my doctors said when I suddenly came out of my comas.

I had beaten an unofficial “deadpool”. Nobody expected me to either come out of the two comas, etc alive or unscathed (minor memory delays and spelling mistakes but nothing serious).

I came out of the “Artic Freeze” coma (body temperature lowered chemically to 82*F; then was in a regular coma; got pneumonia and survived; had about 50+ brain seizures and came out reasonably sane.

To everyone I know, including my cardiologist who I saw the other day, view these are miracles since they still don’t know why I died (for about two minutes - timing and location were everything. I told my story awhile ago at FR.

Miracle> I was able to call my wife who called my son, then a federal police officer in DC, to come and get me at my office a few blocks away, as I thought that I had food poisoning (no heart pains, or anything, just a very sick feeling in my stomach).

My son’s patrol car had no siren, only flashing lights, but he got me from my office to Alexandria Hospital, about 5-6 miles away in 6:30 PM DC rush hour traffic. He drove 450 miles through hostile territory and one of the most powerful sandstorms in Iraq during the war, so DC traffic was nothing.

He or my wife had called the hospital and told them that I was coming in, so went my son took me out of the car (I clinically died when I hit the ground), it was right in front of Dr. Dixon and his crash cart.

The defibrillator started my heart up on the second charge, they finally got oxygen into me, and then into the emergency room. Have no idea what they did then (induced coma, fluids, etc) but I woke up 6 days later to everyone’s surprise (had to focus my eyes for a few minutes on FOX NEWS). Then saw my family and work supervisor smiling and literally clapping.

After that, they cleaned up my back,put in a defib/pacemaker (my bosom body), and had me do some walking exercises. The nurses were safe because I couldn’t move fast enough in chasing them due to the IV bottle/moveable rack attached to my arm.

Another miracle. The rehab team was great and had me walking the halls to test the strength of my heart and body. After two days of this, they asked me if I wanted to try a set of stairs. I said yes, and proceeded to walk down and back up them in a regular one step/one leg stride, not the one step at a time with two feet on it.

They had never seen that happen.

I’ve seen things in science you wouldn’t believe (I did paleontological research), viewed patterns in jungle/tropical trees that were absolutely perfect re the leaves arrangements, rock deformations that almost defy imagination, and other things.

I believe in something that is above man. Call it God or whatever you want, but I shouldn’t be here. I experienced so many medical miracles in 6 days that I know there are powers greater than our own. Names are irrelevant.

As Sgt. Friday used to say, “The facts, mame, just the facts”. The “fact” is that I am writing to you tonight, 7-1/2 years later after I died. Unless I’m a “ghostwriter”, this posting is me, legit, and real.

I am glad that you have seen the hand of God. I too have seen it in nature as I spend many years as a prospector. Now I would suggest contemplating that a God who created such perfection would be smart enough to figure out how to reach mankind with a message.

It is also obvious to the observant that Mankind is fatally flawed in comparison to God, and his perfection in his works. So then the thought is how a righteous God could forgive such evil in man and still remain righteous.

That answer I found in Jesus Christ. Check it out for yourself.

I am glad you lived, your circumstance shows God had his hand in that. That is why I bothered to write this to you. I suspect you are invited to the family.