My Second Life

I have been pretty busy the past couple of days organizing my brother’s wedding. Yesterday, I was so dead tired that I immediately crawled up in bed to get a good night sleep. I had a shallow sleep though. Sigh.

Anyways, a new friendly and charming blogging buddy personally invited me to join the fun at Tuesday Thankfulness. I failed to join last week for the grand launching but I gave my word that I will this week. Thank you Ting for your patience

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It has been almost sixteen (16) years since I survived from a near-death experience. It was in November 19, 1995, a Sunday, when our family decided to go to an outing at a resort with some co-church members. I was still a graduating student in high school back then.

Many families were there at the outing. It was my first time to have set foot in that resort. There was a swimming pool with a big, round hole in the middle which is 7-feet. I barely reached 5’0 feet and I do not know how to swim. I was literally “walking” in the children’s pool when suddenly, my feet couldn’t reach the floor. I was struggling and gasping for air. Nobody saw me. I then came to realize that it would be my last. I have a taste of too much fresh water. While I was slowly going down, I asked God for forgiveness coz I knew in my mind, it’s going to be my last.

I had my consciousness back while doctors and nurses were trying to revive me. There was oxygen attached to my nose and I was throwing up all food intake I had for that day and I saw blood, too. I was confined in Intensive Care Unit for 3 days and my father was always trying to look at my toes and my nails for a change of color. All he could see was violet. Then they related to me how they were able to rescue me.

My youngest brother saw me at the pool floor, unconscious. He recognized the clothes I wore and so he shouted at my father: “Pang, si Ate!” My father then came to look for me and they were pointing at the floor of the pool. He swam towards me then applied mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Someone took my pulse and said they need to bring me immediately to the nearest hospital.

It was a real miracle for me to have survived that horrible experience. I haven’t imagined I will be able to graduate that school year. I was thinking of  the worse. But then, after I gained consciousness in the hospital’s ER, I knew I would live for another day. God gave me this one rare chance of having to accomplish what I haven’t done before that near-death experience.