My NDE Experience

Although it has now been more than 25 years since this happened, this is the story of my near death experience.

My NDE started when I purchased a used pickup that I found online. A friend and I, and my 2 and a half year old son, went to pick it up from a gentleman in Spanish Fork Utah. Spanish Fork is a little country town on the outskirts of Provo, Utah. 

The truck didn’t have a battery and had been sitting for a little while. We installed a battery and all seemed to be well. We had decided that we were going to take the truck to my friend's place that wasn’t far from there so we could go through the truck a little more. It was dusk by the time we had installed the battery, and we headed to his place. About half way there, the truck lost electrical power and died. I pulled off the road as far as I could, but due to a steep embankment, I couldn’t get off the road entirely. My friend, who was driving my car with my son buckled into his car seat in the back, pulled in front of me so we could try to remedy the situation. 

Shortly after we began trying to get the truck started, a small hatchback car screeched to a stop behind us. No sooner than I stepped out from between the vehicles, a high school student in a  full size pickup truck rear ended the hatchback doing 55 to 60 mph (He had been adjusting his radio and didn’t touch the brakes.) The truck jumped the entire scene and ended up a few hundred yards down the road in the opposite ditch. When he hit the hatchback, it shoved the flatbed into the front of my Taurus, where moments before my friend and I had been standing, as it pushed the hatchback under my truck and into me, knocking me onto the road. It felt as if I was in some sort of metal mudslide.  As this was happening, the hood of the full sized pickup, had come free from the truck and flew like a frisbee along the side of the Taurus,(right where I was standing before being knocked to the road) slicing the passenger door of my car. I am certain that was one of the parts of that “metal mudslide.” 

After the crash, I stood up and checked myself and found that somehow, my only injury was a gash on my leg from where the hatchback hit me, knocking me down. I checked on my son, who was still in his car seat in the back of the Taurus. He had been a first hand witness to the whole thing. He was safe and sound. 

The lady that was driving the hatchback had her two sons with her. She was already out of her vehicle holding one of her sons and screaming for help. I realized that her other son was still in the car. He had been thrown into the back and his head was resting on the metal where the rear window used to be. By the way he was lying, I felt certain that he must have a broken neck or back. I used some blankets that were sitting in the back of her car to help stabilize him until the paramedics showed up, which seemed to happen almost instantly although I am sure it wasn’t. 

It turned out that her son had only broken his collarbone, as well as some lacerations and bruises. I have often wondered what he remembers from that night. 

The High school student that was driving the full size pickup wasn't injured at all from the accident.

My friend, who was standing next to me between the cars, was in the ditch. Amazingly, nobody was dead. My friend told me later that he did not move from between the cars, something or someone moved him. 

A few days after the accident, I was driving with my wife to the scene to show her what had happened. Honestly, I was trying to make sense of it all. I was telling her that I had no idea how I was still alive, it absolutely made no sense to me. 

From the back seat, my almost 3 year old son, who spoke very well  for his age, said “I know what happened.” I felt his words more than I heard them. I pulled off the road and quietly asked him to tell us more. He went on to explain how he had seen “feet come down from the sky, and then they held their hands out ‘like this’” as he held his little hands out showing us. I cried for 30 minutes, as I tried to get a grasp on what he had just said. Every atom in my body knew that what he said was true. 

For years, I have pushed the importance of this event to the back of my mind. I couldn’t quite come to grips with why I was saved that day. What was the purpose? What was my purpose? Obviously, I was kept alive for some reason, but perhaps part of me didn’t want to know why. 

My other NDE experience was when I was a child in Malad, Idaho. My older brother had been tasked with watching me while my parents were away. For reasons only children know, my brother decided to take me with him to the Malad river where he and some of his friends decided to float down the river on logs. I was the caboose of this redneck river adventure. Not long after setting afloat, my log rolled over and I went under. I hadn’t yet learned how to swim. 

I didn’t see my body, but looking back now, I am certain that my consciousness had left my body. I was completely at peace. I remember looking around and watching some fish swim around an old discarded tire, and thinking how dirty this river was.

Next thing I remember, I was on the shore coughing up water with my brother and his friends standing over me.. 

Over the years, I have only shared the story of the car accident a handful of times. After all “Men don’t cry” and I couldn’t seem to tell this story without my eyes watering. I suppose I was also afraid that nobody would believe it, and it simply felt too “sacred” to share with others who may not see the truth of it all. 

It wasn’t until I met Carlos Vivas, and he told me his NDE story, that I decided it was time to tell mine. 

Thank you Carlos.