This is another story sent in by anonymous, here anonymous is sharing his story of a near death experience. Survival is one of Gods best gift the he gave to man. The survival instinct. We all have it. We have heard stories of someone who cannot swim, but when faced into a situation where they HAVE to swim to survive whether to save themselves or a loved one, swim they will. We learn to survive in this world from an early age, and that instinct stays with us up until we take our take our last breath. Here anonymous tells of how his instinct for his human material survival brought on his instinct for his LIFE survival.
Near death experience
I put my video camera in my bag and I got on my bike and I headed off to another dance hall party. I was going to get into one of the biggest dance hall parties of the year. “BRITISH LINK UP”. I was sure I would get footage that I could use the next day and that it would be a night to remember. I started smoking my spliff to get a vibes believing if I didn’t smoke I would not be able to cope with the people around me. I brought a flask of white rum as well. I smoked and as I smoked I took shots of the white rum, no water. I was ready, full of the vibes that I believed I needed to get into the party. Fast forward to the morning, I had been videoing when the sound of gun shots filled the air their was a stampede. I was so high and was feeling like super man. I jumped from the stage and my right foot landed on a broken Hennessy bottle. No that could not stop me, it sliced my foot deep but I was more concerned with the mic that fell from my camera. That was my life. I could not lose that mic, I didn’t have the money to buy another one. I searched and searched and searched. People running leaving their shoes while I am searching, a familiar face called to me in my dazed state.
“MY YUTE YU NUH SEE YUH FOOT CUT, IF YUH NUH STOP THE BLEEDING YUH AGO PASS OUT” (My brother you are bleeding if you don’t stop the bleeding you will pass out) I heard him but I was more concerned about finding my mic for the camera in the confusion. I looked down on my foot and saw that the vein had been cut. I noticed every time my heart would beat the blood would gush out it was a site. I took my shirt off and tied it around my foot and went back to searching. Around 3 hours had passed not the police were there, removing the mans dead body and taping off the crime scene. Ms lena british came to me and said “You are cut you need to go to the hospital” I tolf her I need to find my mic before I leave because it is very important. The police came and told me the same thing that I needed to go.
Another hour passed I am still bleeding only slowly because of the shirt I used to tie it. The amount of blood I had lost could have filled half of the largest Pepsi bottle. Ms British came once again and said please! please !go to the hospital I will buy you a new microphone. That was my signal… and I said ok and she asked one of the police men to drive me to the hospital. Now the police car turned on their siren and raced through red lights to get me there. At that moment I did not understand why they were doing this I felt perfectly fine. 15 minutes later I arrived in the police car at a hospital in Port More. They took me out and put me in a wheel chair and rolled me in. I started feeling a bit weak but I thought it was the sun. Then they took me into a room and the nurse saw my foot and started putting in the stitched. But I was feeling very weak and I started to remember what the familiar face said about passing out. I told the nurse that I was feeling weak , but she said that I was find and that I needed to calm down. Then I heard a voice say, “SHE DOES NOT KNOW THAT YOU LOST SO MUCH BLOOD, I AM HERE” I started to panic and shout but she said calm down….and after she finished she was pushing me to the waiting area. There were people in the hospital with gunshot wounds and knife stabs from the party and there was not enough nurses to treat every one.
The feeling of sleep was coming on so strong now. I could feel it coming, voice saying go to sleep don’t fight me. I really started to panic now and shouted to people “HELP I AM GOING TO DIE HELP ME PLEASE” People looked at me like I was crazy, then I passed some gas while the nurse is pushing me in the chair. My head was spinning, I was so worried and the look in the eyes of the people was nothing. No concern just shock and the look of stay away from me. I remember I had my phone and I called my mother with the last amount of strength I had she answered the phone I said “MOMMY, PORTMORE HOSPITAL, THERE YOU WILL FIND ME” she said who is this? I said “ITS YOUR SON” she said my god and hung up! I knew this was my time, the tear fell down my face and I know if I closed my eyes I would not weak up. Imagine feeling as if you have not slept for 5 days and all of a sudden the sleep comes all at once. That is the feeling of dying.
“LORD IS THIS HOW I AM GOING TO DIE, LIKE A DOG, IS THIS ALL THAT I CAME HERE TO DO, AND YOU JUST GOING TO TAKE ME LIKE THIS, WHAT ABOUT ALL THE DREAMS, YOU REALLY GONNA MAKE MI DIE LIKE A DOG” Right before closing my eyes I saw the face of a doctor coming toward my wheel chair, he looked in my eyes and I know that he read me, he looked asked the nurse what is wrong with this man… she said something I don’t know but the last scene I have in my mind is seeing the doctor pull the drip out of another patient beside me and putting it in my wrist. BLACK OUT….
Blacked out for about 7 seconds or more than I opened my eyes. I felt my strength coming back. It was the drip. The doctor looked at me said nothing and continued treating other patients. This man did not even know that he had just saved my life. Eventually the nurse who was pushing me all this time lead me to the waiting room the drip still in me. My mother came along with her friend. From that day on I had never smoked or drink again!
It is the fear of what tomorrow may bring that makes the tortoise to carry his house along with him wherever he goes…..Yoruba proverb