Robert J Samples wrote:
At 12:00 Noon, CST 11/21/2022, I was in the bathroom, had just stood up and was attempting to zip my khakis and tumbled over. I hit my shoulder against the shower door and the rest of me against the floor.
My wife had already gone to lunch in our dining hall, so I waited about 45 minutes to call her on my cell to get some guys to come and help me up. When I called, she said the Administration Staff forbade any such work by other residents. We had to call EMT!
Well, I had crawled out of the bathroom into my den but am a little sore from the fall and weak from P.T. earlier this morning. So, I must lie there until EMT comes to help. Other than being a little sore on my shoulder and rib cage, I am O.K.
I am not used to being so helpless as this. But guess it is the future. Sometimes, I am a little lightheaded, or dizzy, so, I never know what to expect. Getting old is not for sissies! It makes me wonder if I can make it until Wednesday my birthday!
I haven’t been counting but believe I have fallen at least a dozen times over the past year or so. Earlier, I attributed my falling to just not paying attention, but now am sure some of it was because I have very low blood pressure and that brought on dizzy spells. Even though I will always count to 20 when I start to get out of bed during the night, but that isn’t working as well as before. I haven’t thought it necessary to count to 20 after sitting on the toilet. Sometimes, I will receive a scrape, or a cut. Most of the time, I don’t lose any blood and I didn’t this time.
I guess I had better update my obituary. I have one but it is out of date, so I need to whip out a more current one. Well, it seems so unfair. I usually feel as good as if I am 40ish, but my body obviously does not agree at times.
When I depart, I am sure I will not be reincarnated as a jackrabbit in Montana. But I enjoy storytelling so much, if I can, I will try to communicate back to you. It might just happen that when one of you catches a fish, it might try to talk to you, or give you a short-written message from me.
From what I have read in the Holy Bible, only two men were ever allowed to have a view of Heaven. Neither of them knew whether it was an in-body, or out-of-body experience, but they were told they could not tell all they saw! These were Paul and John. Look for yourself. Now. Daniel had a look at the future, but I don’t think it included Heaven. Just Sayin…RJS
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Glad you’re OK and didn’t suffer any major injury, Bob. As I’ve told on here before, my dad died while at the hospital here in Lawrence, and as he was rising up to Heaven, made a deal with God, although he never actually SAW Him or Heaven. He was, however, able to look down into the room where he could see his body lying, and see the Doctor and nurses, trying to bring him back to life.
He told God he didn’t want to go to Heaven yet, because he had unsaved family and friends who he hadn’t witnessed to, as well as many others he should have talked to, but didn’t, even though he knew he should have. He asked God if He would just give him 10 more years, he would be the witness he knew he should have been.
The next thing he knew, he was back in the ER room “waking up”. Some of the nurses he had seen while looking down from the clouds, had left the room. Months later, he was at the hospital for a follow-up visit and happened to see one of the nurses who he had seen from the clouds as she helped work on his lifeless body. He went up to her and introduced himself and asked if she remembered him. She said “yes, but how do you recognize me?” Dad told her because you were in the room when I died. She said “I came into the room, responding to the “code blue”, after your heart stopped, and left before you regained consciousness; you couldn’t have seen me!”
Dad went on to tell her the “rest of the story” in detail, including what she had done in the room - all as she “stood with her mouth hangin’ open”.
Over the next nine years, eleven months, and three-plus weeks, Dad spent countless hours talking to both friends and strangers he would meet, about Christ’s love and what He did for him. The last person Dad witnessed to was the Hospice guy
(nurse) that came to help him the last few weeks before God “took him “Home””. I finished leading the Hospice man to the Lord, on the edge of Dad’s bed a couple days before Dad passed. By then he was incoherent.
Dad and God both kept their end of the deal, as it was less than a week shy of 10 years from the time Dad “died”, till he went to Heaven.
God is always faithful. 🙏🏻