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Here’s my story. On July 22nd three stents were placed in my artery. On July 26th I had congestive heart failure.

My wife rode in the front of the ambulance. When we got to the hospital the paramedic yelled for the driver to get back there! She slapped a pad on each side of my chect and the driver grabbed the paddles. I felt myself dieing.

My wife had gotten out and was standing at the rear of the ambulance. I looked at her through the back window of the ambulance and said, “Jesus, take care of her.” I then said, “Jesus, take me.” The pain went away and there was no sound. I looked at my wife and I was looking through a circle, a ring of white mist. I’ve never seen anything so vividly clear. Talk about Hi-Def!

I felt myself take my last breath and let it out. I waited for what was to happen next. What happened was the pain came back with a vengeance. I looked up at the paramedic, placed my hand on her arm and said, “I’m back.”

She yelled to the driver, “Get the door!” and they wheeled me into the emergency room.

I didn’t go down the tunnel but I saw the entrance. So, do I think this story about a cell phone is science? No way! It was from the other side.

My husband had 2 stents put in his arteries once and then about 2 years later he had to have 2 more but each time they had to cut and go through the main artery in the groin. He had a huge tube in the artery that had to stay there for at least 12 hours so he had to stay in the hospital for at least 48 hours. They said he had to stay flat on his back because he would start bleeding and would bleed out fast. I remember it so well. The second 2 stents were put in September 11, 2001. He was in surgery when the planes hit the WTC.