In September 1995 I had a dream in which I was standing behind my mother and father. They were sad and speaking quietly to each other. I told them that everything was all right but they seemed to ignore me. I insisted that all was ok but they still would not acknowledge me. Finally, in frustration, I leaned over their shoulders to once again tell them it was ok in a louder tone when I saw what they were looking at and talking about. It was a grave with a headstone with my name on it. The date on the headstone was April 26, 1996. The next day I told my wife that I would not be with her come the 1st of May in 1996. Jokingly she asked if I had found someone else. This seemed to be much more than a dream to me. So much so that I requested vacation from work during the week of 26 April when we forcasted our 1996 vacation schedule because I felt sure I would be involved in a car accident. Still haunted by this dream, I continued to count the number of days I had left alm! ost on a daily basis. So much so that my wife became irritated with me and said I would cause something to happen to myself if I didn't get off it. Every day that came I knew I had that much less time. Near the end of March of 1996 I was at work and experienced a bright flash of light and then blindness for what seemed to be an eternity. The eyesight returned but over the next few days I experienced extreme headaches, numbness in my face and left arm. My family doctor ordered an MRI be performed. The MRI led to getting an MRA which confirmed I had an aneurysm of the brain. I was told I needed brain surgery. Knowing what was coming I resigned myself to what would be, but my wife insisted that I get a second opinion. I got a second opinion on the 10th of April 1996 and was told by the doctor that he did not feel comfortable waiting with this one. He admitted me on the 11th and operated on the 12th of April in 1996. The surgeon talked to my wife and me a couple of days after the operation. He told me ! I was extremely lucky that the MRA and MRI even showed the anerysm. He also praised my family doctor for his prompt actions and stated that he saved my life by refering me to a specialist. At the end he summarized all the lucky items that had happened to save me and he concluded with the statement that I only had two more weeks to live if I hadn't gotten the operation. My wife nearly fell down. Operation on the 12th, add 14 days and you have 26 April 1996. The exact date I had told her about in September 1995. Lucky dream? No, I was warned of what was to come by my Guardian Angels. They came to me before the operation, during my hospitalization and they come to me now. How it changed my life:Since this experience I have learned to enjoy the simpler aspects of life. I pray more and thank God more. I have become convinced of life after we pass on and I am more sympathetic to those that has lost someone or is going through troubling times and I feel a need to help in any way that I can.
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