Recently in January I had to have a heart and liver transplant. When the team came to get me for my transplant everything went so quickly in terms of them wheeling me out and putting me to sleep.

I don’t remember anything that happened but I do remember this….

The doctors said I had died and they brought me back within the first hour of the procedure when they were putting me to sleep. And this is where it gets weird.

I didn’t have any dreams except for one where I was in an airport terminal. I just walked through the doors and I could see other people. But one person stood out which was my brother. Now my brother died in 2004 at 19yrs old in a car accident. But I saw him and he looked older like the age he was supposed to be. He saw me and started waving at me. Like “hey there!” But then I started walking toward him and he waved me off to go back to where I came from.

I totally believe he was there at the entrance to the afterlife to tell me it wasn’t my time yet.

But yeah that’s my experience!