I would love to hear them.
This doesn’t involve death but my husband and I were at a party one night and all of a sudden I felt like I couldn’t breathe! I’m a very private person but I actually told the man I was talking to that I couldn’t breathe. Without telling anyone else, I went out to our vehicle to get a Benedryl, I don’t have life threatening allergies but my husband does and I’m really not a hypochondriac or hysterical but I just couldn’t breathe.
I had a hard time getting the pill out of the blister pack and the first one flew out somewhere onto the ground, I only had one more. I finally got the second one opened and by that time I was just fine. I took a couple of full breaths and decided that I didn’t need to take the Benedryl but I put it in my pocket and went back into the party and ran right into my husband who had a look of panic on his face...his throat was swelling and he was having trouble breathing!
I just handed him the pill, ran outside and found the one I had dropped and took it to him too and then prepared to take him to the hospital. We were 20 miles from the hospital and the Benedryl kicked in and he chose not to go but even with the 2 pills almost immediately he swelled up and looked like a monster for several days.
The whole thing was just too weird and I believe that God surely had a hand in it because as bad as it was he probably would have died.
Also not a shared death experience but my father collapsed and they took him to the hospital. They declared him brain dead. It took me 2 days to get across the country but I finally got there and before I even got to see him the doctor wanted to know about taking him off of life support. My mother and siblings had all decided that I should make that decision for some reason. I more or less told him to give me a little time to make that decision.
I went in to see him, his bed was kind of catty-cornered and I walked in and said, “Hi, Dad!”
The alarm went wild and I ran out and told the nurse who was coming. I went back in a started talking to him and he opened his eyes and looked at me. I thought it was probably some reaction because he was, after all, brain dead but I continued to talk and walked around the bed and his eyes followed me and he even moved his head a bit. I told him what I felt like I needed to say and then went and told the family so they had that opportunity. One by one everyone told him goodbye and he died probably 5 minutes after the last person talked to him.