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There he lay on the floor of the bar, Backdoor Billiards, Nashville, TN., 1987 October, 15th, 5:10pm, with the worst physical pain he had ever felt. One 38 bullet to the chest…only one, was that all it was? Is this the way it ends? God please make it stop hurt­ing. Hit me, knock me out, some one do something.
All of these thoughts and probably a thousand more raced through his mind, who will take care of his wife and children, was his prayer. Please, God, don't take me now, he said. I wish that I could say that at this point he passed out, but he didn't. I remember every bump of the ambulance, every hole in the road. They say the brain doesn't allow you to actually remember the pain, only that it was there and trust me it was there. Even though it was him it was happening to, it was happening to me too as I think back, since I have his thoughts and mine also I still remember the pain.
Those that tell you it doesn't hurt when you get shot, have never been shot. 'It hurts and hurts terribly. I / he was conscious in the ambulance, it was so rough, I / he remember telling the paramedic to name the ambulance, Teddy Roosevelt, because it was a rough riding sucker. ( except I don't think I said sucker, although it did rhyme)
He / I kept begging for someone, anyone to knock me / us out, it hurt so bad. There was very little outward bleeding as He / I was bleeding internally. My stomach was a small mountain; and I don't mean a molehill either. They couldn't give Him / me any anything for the pain until we arrived at the hospital, so they could assess his / my injuries.
To this day I can still remember being rolled into the emergency room. For some reason I couldn't see. I kept thinking am I blind; but I could hear everything. It was almost funny, everything the Doctor ask for, the nurse would say, "I'm sorry Doctor, we're out of it." Finally he received a scalpel he could use and yes, I swear, he cut me from the center of my chest to my groin, with me awake.Did I scream? I have no idea for it was either me or one of the personnel in the room but I felt the pressure release from my chest as the blood spurted to the ceiling, covering and dripping from the large round suspended light and the doctor calling for a specific swab and clamp, as the Nurse once again said_ " we're out of that Doctor." I still remember thinking " And this is the number one, the best trauma unit in Nashville, Tennessee". Twelve Doctors worked on him / me for 6 hours, before, he / I was sent to ICU, He / I was there less than thirty minutes, when he / I began heamorrhaging. Back to surgery I /he went, another five hours of the knife. At the end of this round I / he was forty pounds lighter, having lost my spleen, my left kidney, left lobe of my liver and a small portion of my pancreas. As I like to say, outside of that there were no injuries. The Doctor told me later he knew right away when I woke up in the ICU that I was going to be O.K. It seems my first words after looking down at the row of staples in my chest going south seemingly with no end in sight. I said "Doc, I thought I got shot, I didn't know I had a caesarian. He said further evidence of my eventual recovery was after saying that I looked up at him with a worried look and asked, "Doc, where does it end? Is everything still there? Why, you ask, did he get shot. Well I guess he probably deserved it. You see, he spent most of his life thinking with that part of him he was worried was missing, instead of using the brain Spirit gave him. On the day 22 years ago as I lay on that emergency room table my nine year old daughter that witnessed all of this happening was thirty miles away staying with friends when later she told me that as she was laying in bed I entered the bedroom she was in surrounded by a beautiful golden white light and sat on the side of her bed to tell her not to worry that I was just fine and would see her before she knew it. Yes, this night miracles happened. I was brain dead on the table for eleven minutes and my ex wives say I still am. Anyway, that night as I lay there on that table I saw myself as though through the eyes of another as I was crossing a mighty raging river by walking across the top of the waters away from my family and loved ones that were pleading and begging me not to leave, toward the opposite shore. On which a beautiful lady with long flowing blonde hair, robes of white with violet flames around her held her arms open wide to receive me while in the mists behind her were glimpses of a beautiful golden city sparkling with flashes of diamonds and rubies. On her head was a golden tiara sparkling with precious stones of all kinds.
As I was walking I could hear her voice soft and sweet as heaven itself telling that it was not my time to come home that if I chose to I could return now to my loved ones. There in the middle of that raging, mighty river I turned around and returned to the ones I loved. Never ever have I forgotten that glorious experience that happened in the mist of probably one of the most traumatic times of my light. So much happened that night that would no only set but radically change the course of the rest of my life . From that moment on for many years I experience a paradox of seeing my life spiral out of control losing all I had from business to family but always holding on to the experience of that night. That was the beginning of the rest of my life and now know that I love and believe in YOU Blessings and happy holidays
Rev. Isaac
of
the Angelic Messenger Circle
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