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 was lying down with my mother and girlfriend by my side when I suddenly lost consciousness. I saw the tunnel and happily went towards it; this time I was sure I would not be sent back. Once again, I was met by the same beautiful woman I had seen years before. This time she put her hand on my chest and said with a strong voice, “it is not your time”. I felt myself enter back into my body, I opened my eyes and vomited. My mother was rubbing medicinal alcohol under my nose to try to get me to wake. A little while later, the Chilean doctor arrived and for the first time I told him “they are letting me die”. That night they let my father stay with me; we spent the night talking to my neighbor. The doctors had told my father that I wouldn’t live much longer and maybe not even to morning… but death never arrived. By that time, I was approaching my 22nd operation. They emitted me to the hospital a month early to run tests. I didn’t feel any pain and I found myself in a state of great peace like the times I had been inside the tunnel. I said to my mother, “this time I’m going to die…” I really felt like that was it. The day had arrived and the nurse who came to get me looked exactly like my St. Martin de Porres. It was unusual, but they let him come with me to the operating room, my mother took me by the hand and said, “Have you seen whose come to get you?” She knew. |
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The operation was a success and I recovered quickly. I returned to my room and within the next four days all my neighbors had died. |
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My father asked me if I had ever thought about dying, making a joke I told her “I have a sign on my door that says: death prohibited”. Once we were back in Medellin, I started dialysis and some other treatments for a few months. I needed a kidney transplant; My parents and my older brother turned out to be compatible donors. They had a meeting with the doctors and my brother decided he would be the one to donate – for many years he knew that it would be his kidney that would give me life again. How generous!
The day we had been waiting for had finally arrived; my brother and I both entered the operating room, we held each other’s hand and wished each other luck. We promised one another that if either was to die they would protect the other. We were under for 7 hours and the operation ended in success. My brother was the first to leave the surgery and then they moved me into intensive care. The next day I wrote a letter: BRAVE BROTHER, I BELIEVE IN THE LOVE OF GOD AND NOW I BELIEVE IN THE LOVE OF MEN; YOU HAVE SHOWN ME THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR ME BY GIVING ME A SECOND CHANCE AT LIFE. |
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Today, I am 35 years old and have been through 49 anesthesia, 26 operations and 2 near death experiences. I’ve learned that you should live in happiness, help others and respect the law – this way we will all be making an effort to achieve peace and harmony in the world. God has given me the faith to believe in his teachings and that everything happens for a reason, even though on this earth, we don’t always understand it. All that I have been through physically, mentally and spiritually has been worth it because I have come to understand that the wonders of life are only for those that dare to believe that with faith everything is possible… Dedicated with love to: M. TIN GUSTAVO GIRALDO 1998 |
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